Crown Prince of the Empire, I quit!

That was not the clarity of a last flicker of light, but a flame burning with a certain determination to die and a final command!

"Stop..." An extremely weak voice was squeezed out from between his cracked and bleeding lips, and every word was spoken with the last bit of strength in his lungs.

"Yukiri... stop..."

Liu Yueli froze, as if frozen in ice. In her hand, she had just dug out from the extinguished ash pit a small, dusty cloth bag covered in thick ash.

Her fingertips trembled violently, as if that wasn't a cloth bag, but a red-hot iron. Chang Baishan's gaze was fixed on her face, and the message conveyed in those burning eyes brooked no resistance.

Don't touch it! Stay away from it!

The next second, Chang Baishan's actions became decisive.

The arm that was supporting himself in the mud suddenly burst out with the last of his strength, and the whole person almost crashed into the only thick black earthenware pot with burnt edges that was still warm in the campfire next to him!

The hand that was covered with frostbite, stiff to the point of losing consciousness, and scalded red when it was given medicine, with a precision and ferocity that was totally inconsistent with its weakness, "slapped" the earthenware jar over with a sound!

The clay pot fell to the ground, and the dull sound of it breaking was particularly harsh in the silence!

The last bit of warm, turbid liquid mixed with residue and ashes was splashed onto the cold soil on the ground, stirring up a few clouds of choking dust, which were instantly absorbed by the thirsty mud, leaving only dark, embarrassing water stains.

"Ugh..." Chang Baishan could no longer hold on. With the force of knocking over the clay pot, he fell heavily back onto the cold broken pillar. His chest heaved violently, and every breath was like pulling a broken bellows, making a terrible "ho ho" sound.

"Medicine! The medicine is gone!"

The woman in the corner let out a shrill cry, as if her throat had been torn apart. She looked at the water marks on the ground that instantly dried up, as if the remaining medicine was a symbol of the destruction of her only hope of survival.

She suddenly fell to the cold mud, and her skinny fingers frantically dug at the little bit of moist soil, trying to scoop up a drop.

"Shut up!".

Liu Yueli's roar was like an ice-cold iron whip, with an almost crazy hoarseness, instantly strangling all the spreading desperate sobs!

Her eyes were fixed on the clay pot that was overturned by Chang Baishan's palm. The dark mark was like a curse that announced the end.

Chang Baishan leaned against the broken pillar, his heavy, broken breathing being particularly clear in the darkness. Every time his chest rose and fell, it seemed as if it was draining away the last bit of his energy.

The dark red spots on his arms stood out even in the dim light.

He raised his eyelids with great effort, his gaze passing over the silent crowd, over Liu Yueli's pale face, and into the distance.

The huge outline of the frost barrier filled with despair and death was faintly visible in the night fog.

Then, that gaze slowly, as if gathering all remaining willpower, returned to Liu Yueli's face.

In those eyes that were burning with the fire of death, there was now a trace of extremely complex, almost gentle light, tightly wrapped in pain and iron-like unquestionableness.

The air swirled around his shattered lungs with difficulty, creating a heart-pounding hissing sound, as if every exhale was tearing something apart. Finally, after exhausting all his strength, he pieced together a sentence, each word landing heavily on the cold earth of the camp:

"Not enough medicine..."

"Next, it's up to you."

As soon as the word fell, the body leaning against the seat suddenly tensed up!

Like a last gasp of life! The arm, eroded by the flesh sore toxin and already trembling and twitching uncontrollably, at this moment, erupted with a primal, desperate, and violent force, stemming from the very source of life! It firmly supported the cold, broken pillar behind it!

The heavy and harsh sound of metal friction suddenly tore through the silence!

The forgotten Wave-Breaking Sword that had been leaning against the broken pillar, as if it had merged with him!

The scabbard was covered with thick mud and ice debris, and was suddenly lifted up by this violent force!

The rough, cracked, and bloody hands gripped the hilt tightly like a pair of steel pliers.

The exposed spot underneath, not covered by the mud, reflected a cold and deep metal luster as if it had been tempered by ice!

The sword body suddenly broke through the thick ice shell that was wrapped in blood and mud, and made a soul-stirring dragon roar in the cold and silent air!

The direction the sword finally pointed was straight and decisive.

The barrier that exudes the chill of death in the night, and the royal court behind the barrier that is shrouded in dark clouds and represents the highest power!

The entire refugee camp was in deathly silence.

There was only the last gasp of Changbai Mountain.

Like the last futile pull of a broken bellows, it tore at everyone's eardrums.

Liu Yueli stood there, like a frozen statue.

He clutched the ash-stained cloth bag tightly in his hand, his knuckles white from being squeezed, and his blood seemed to have congealed in the cracked frostbite. Chang Baishan's command echoed in his mind.

That voice was not a request, but the final military order that could not be violated.

A few cold flames on the distant ramparts flickered in the thick fog, as if the patrolling soldiers had changed positions.

Next to the isolated ridge below the fortress, which was filled with ominous gray mist, the team of black-armored soldiers suddenly sped up their movements as if whipped, trying to get away from the filthy land marked by death as quickly as possible.

In the thick, indissoluble gray, a cluster of extremely thin light, flickering with an eerie purple halo, jumped briefly and eerily in the dead grass at the edge of the field, reflecting the last bit of light.

Just then, a familiar voice came.

"The medicine is here!"

Following a burst of shouts, Chu Ying personally led his men and rushed into the position.

Seeing Changbaishan, who looked weak and almost burned out.

he yelled.

"Save him first!"

"No matter what, let him live!"

As his words fell.

The three doctors immediately rushed forward and fired their weapons.

"Still jumping!"

"Still dancing!"

"Use that!"

As they finished speaking, a doctor took out a pungent red pill from his arms, soaked it in the water bottle he carried with him, and squeezed it into Chang Baishan's mouth.

"Are you alright?"

After arranging everything, Chu Ying quickly came to Liu Yueli.

Liu Yueli raised her arm. Although it was covered in dirt, there was no sign of illness.

Seeing this, Chu Ying finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Everyone, release the medicine!"

Under his command, large quantities of supplies began to flow into this area.

The people in the camp suddenly saw hope.

Those who still had the strength got up and started to get medicine and food.

Seeing this scene, Liu Yueli, who had been enduring for several days, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, slowly closed her eyes, and fell asleep.