Crown Prince of the Empire, I quit!

The voice was sharp, unable to suppress the panic surging within.

A bitter stench so strong that it was sickening hit my nose.

Chang Baishan subconsciously tilted his head. The rough ceramic edge of the medicine jar scraped across his chapped lips.

Liu Yueli's other hand suddenly grabbed his jaw! Her bloodshot eyes, brightened by frostbite and despair, stared straight at him.

"Pour it in! Pour it down!"

The liquid medicine was forced down his throat, burning his esophagus. Even more terrifying was the intense bitterness that seemed to shatter his internal organs, surging in his mouth and throat.

Chang Baishan was caught off guard and started coughing violently. The boiling hot medicine mixed with sticky blood foam spurted out, sprinkling on the back of Liu Yueli's frozen and cracked hands and the cold muddy ground!

The body curled up from coughing had not yet subsided when the harsh sound of metal friction suddenly rang out!

The Broken Waves Sword, whose scabbard had lost its luster due to being soaked in blood and mud, was leaning against the charred wooden pillar. It was actually knocked over by the violent movement of Chang Baishan's arm!

The end of the heavy scabbard hit the frozen soil on the mud ground with a harsh and sharp collision.

Liu Yueli was startled by the loud, unexpected noise, and subconsciously protected the less than half a bottle of medicine left in her arms with her hands.

The hot steam rising from the jar formed a thin layer of white frost on her eyelashes, which was then blown away by her rapid breathing. Her vision was a little blurry.

The last few dying charcoal flames were finally extinguished in a gust of cold wind.

The ashes under the broken iron pot turned into a cold iron gray, and the camp was completely plunged into a darkness darker than ink, as if solidified.

In the distance, in the direction of the Frost Edge Fortress of the Northern Sage King, a few dim lights used for warning floated in the thick night fog, like peeping ghost eyes.

The faint light barely outlined Changbaishan's figure leaning against the charred broken wood.

Half of his face was immersed in thick shadows, and the other half was painted with faint light, showing a dead-like blue-gray outline.

Only his chest rose and fell very faintly, and every breath was accompanied by a heavy tearing sound.

Liu Yueli knelt on the cold mud ground, her legs numb from the cold and almost losing feeling.

In the darkness, she fumbled for the small scimitar again and again. The cold blade was the only physical object she could hold at the moment.

The medicine jar was empty, the last bit of the bitter liquid already forced down his throat. At this moment, her fingertips repeatedly confirmed the icy emptiness within the jar. Every time she touched the bottom of the jar, the dry touch was like a silent mockery.

The deliberately polluted and foggy depression in the distance looked like a dormant giant beast, slowly releasing the breath of death.

Her fingers, groping for the scimitar, suddenly tightened their grip with such force that her knuckles bulged.

The cold, hard metal dug into my palm, and the sharp pain actually brought a twisted sense of clarity and determination.

"Alive...Changbaishan..." Her voice rang out in the dead silence and darkness, as low and hoarse as the friction of sand and gravel.

"Hold on... His Majesty will definitely send someone over."

The second half of the words were stuck in his throat, carrying with it a strong smell of blood and rust.

The dark shadow leaning there moved slightly, and an extremely low gasp was heard, like the last remaining sound of a broken bellows, or an almost inaudible bitter laugh.

A sudden sharp whistle!

From far to near, it tore through the stagnant darkness and despair like an ice needle!

It sounded like the sharp cry of some night owl, but with a few more metallic, well-trained short turns!

The few remaining men in the camp who hadn't fainted nervously huddled together, desperately searching for the source of the sound. But Liu Yueli suddenly raised her head!

That whistle…that extremely short, regularly spaced metallic tail…is not a night owl!

Only the most confidential signalman of the Daqian Imperial City Bureau could make such a precise and cold sound, just to find a glimmer of hope in a dead end!

Her movements were stiff but extremely fast. She crawled a few steps away, almost using both her hands and feet, and suddenly opened a pile of ashes in the corner that had long lost its temperature and was mixed with grass and gravel. The cold dust fell to the ground.

In the darkness, a pair of eyes that were exhausted to the extreme but suddenly blazed with a bright light locked onto her.

Chang Baishan had managed to stand up without knowing when.

The hand that Liu Yueli had repeatedly groped for the medicine jar in despair was now as if pulled by an invisible force. With stability and determination pushed to the extreme, it reached out to the Breaking Waves Sword lying quietly beside it!

The sword was covered in mud and blood, and was dark. Only a tiny area near the hilt guard was rubbed off by his fallen body, revealing a pure metallic glow still buried deep underneath.

It is the fine steel, bones and blood that have been tempered countless times and have not yet succumbed to rust.

The wrists were cracked by the cold, chapped by the smoke from the fire, and burned by the medicine. With a strange steadiness, the hands brushed away the last bit of brightness under the cold mud.

The heavy, cold hilt fell into his palm. His fingers suddenly tightened, his knuckles crackling as if a chain had suddenly tightened.

Chang Baishan felt the coldness and heaviness coming from the hilt of the sword.

Like the last pillar supporting life, he took a deep breath and stood up slowly, inch by inch, from the charred wooden pillar he was leaning on!

His body inevitably shook violently, as if it would completely shatter in the next second. With each sway, the dark red dots on his forearms became faintly visible in the darkness.

Like a brand of death.

But he finally stood up straight, like the last stone wall in the rift valley that had not collapsed! Although it was covered with lines that were about to collapse.

Those eyes were raised, burning through the stagnant, desperate darkness of the camp.

Crossing the outer depression where the disease was spreading, it stabbed hard at the few glimmers of light entrenched on the Frost Edge Fortress deep in the thick fog, symbolizing the cruel rule of the Northern Wise King!

A hoarse, yet desperate, growl echoed through the cold air:

"Prepare."

A gasp that was suppressed to an almost silent state did not come from Changbai Mountain, but from another corner!

The voice came from a hunched woman, constantly trying to shrink herself. Chang Baishan's figure, forcibly standing like a tattered flag, struck everyone's dead eyes with a shocking look.

Liu Yueli's movement to dig something out of the ashes suddenly stopped! In that desperate silence, any sound was like thunder.

She turned around suddenly!

Chang Baishan was half leaning on the broken pillar, his tall body stretched taut in the dim light like a fully drawn broken bow.

His whole body was shaking violently, an unconcealable tremor that came from the brink of collapse.

The arm that supported him halfway up was twitching, his fingers digging deep into the icy mud beneath him, as if trying to grasp a non-existent support. But the eyes he cast at her were frighteningly bright.