Crown Prince of the Empire, I quit!

The dark red dust was melted by the high temperature, like vicious magma colloid that "bite" deep into the flesh, leaving behind charred burns and ulcers deep enough to see the bones wherever it passed!

The most terrifying thing is that the strong irritating ingredients in this crude mixture seem to have triggered some kind of violent conflict among the toxins in the Changbai Mountain dirty blood!

Severe pain! A pain worse than a broken hand!

It was like countless red-hot needles piercing my bones! Intense numbness, itching, burning, corrosion, and neurotoxin disorder.

From Carrigon's throat, dry as a broken bellows, came a completely inhuman, beast-like howl of death!

"Heavenly Wolf!!!"

His body convulsed violently due to unimaginable pain, and he retreated madly, desperately swinging his arm as if it was inserted into the magma of hell!

Trying to shake off this maggot in his tarsal bones! The apathy and indifference that he was famous for was completely torn apart, leaving only the primitive, fearful trembling!

The ointment that he was proud of for its insect repellency had completely lost its effectiveness due to the severe burns he suffered.

Several chaotic rot-armored insects had already climbed onto his charred and rotten arm, biting it madly!

Opportunity! The only chance!

The core of the tent. That "living source of the epidemic," Changbaishan, seemed to be frozen between ice and fire!

Liu Yueli's scream that tore through the night sky, Chu Ying's desperate throw of the flint that broke through the air, Liu Yueli's final precise impact, and the explosion of the fire mud in the air.

Carrigon's howl, filled with extreme pain and fear, was like layers of huge waves crashing against his consciousness that was floating on the brink of death!

The plague poison penetrated his chest and head and was forcibly suppressed at the balance point between cold and heat.

Under the sudden loud noise and chaotic atmosphere from the outside world, especially the horror from the source of life in the scream of Kaligong,

The constant high fever and alternating chills inside Chang Baishan's body were like being thrown into a burning stone!

Silence!

Deathly silence!

The left arm, which had been forcibly cooled by the cold iron arrow and had lines of corruption condensed on it, suddenly had an extremely weak spasm in the muscles, as if even the nerve bundles inside the arm were burning!

But after this one-thousandth of a second of silence!

His right arm, driven by chaotic fever and muscle stiffness and carrying a heavy wind sound, moved!

No signs! No consciousness! It was simply an uncontrolled dance of limbs under the stimulation of extreme pain and high fever! It was the instinctive drive of a dying person torn apart by an endless nightmare!

Like a drowning man desperately grasping at nothingness! More like a beast splattered with boiling oil, striking back indiscriminately!

Five fingers stretched out, carrying with them a hot breath and a heavy sound of wind!

It wasn't the frantically struggling Caligon who was so close (instead, he was out of range due to his violent backward movement)!

It’s not Chu Ying who is struggling to hold on!

Not any meaningful direction!

But it was the piece of air that had already exploded, but the air was still filled with thick and pungent sulfur dust and flame embers!

Chang Baishan's right hand, scalding hot and covered in sweat and blood, with a force strong enough to break a cow's bones, violently swept towards the turbid and pungent area!!!

"Bang! Puff!"

There was a dull thud and the sound of something sticky being stirred vigorously! It was like breaking a broken jar full of slime!

The sweeping arm felt like it had entered an invisible, scorching cloud! The sweat and blood on the arm's surface emitted a subtle, intense "sizzling" sound the moment it came into contact with the scorching dust and chemically corrosive gases that hadn't yet fallen to the ground! The skin on the arm immediately became abnormally red, with dense, allergic red spots, like a hives outbreak!

“Uh-huh!!!”

A suffocating gasp like a dying beast burst out from Chang Baishan's throat!

His entire body felt as if it were pierced by invisible electric currents! The force of this sweep exhausted his last remaining explosive power, and his heavy body fell backward, slamming heavily onto the ground covered with broken wood and insect corpses!

His right arm was covered with a sticky, hot, filthy paste mixed with sulfur, burnt reddish-brown mineral powder, the smell of blood, and a pungent chemical stench!

This paste corroded and burned his skin intensely! Like a cancer on the bone! The conflict between the corrupting toxins from the filthy blood and the intensely irritating ingredients in the red tooth powder was like two poisonous fires burning deep within his flesh!

Severe pain!

This excruciating pain, beyond the limits of endurance, was like a final cold flood, which briefly washed away for a moment the feverish nightmare and near-death hallucination that lingered on the edge of his consciousness and was about to devour him completely!

Chang Baishan's eyes, which were dilated and bloodshot due to the high fever, suddenly struggled to open a crack at the moment he fell to the ground due to the horrible burning pain in his right arm!

Blood! Flames! Twisting, tumbling figures! Heaps of charred corpses!

Black death was flying all over the sky...the reality of hell poured into his almost burned consciousness!

Deep within those eyes, a fleeting glimmer of clarity, as if forcibly dragged from a nightmare, filled with boundless pain and physical sensory shock, flashed across his mind! A clarity that came purely from intense physical pain!

"puff"

A mouthful of dark purple blood with flocculent decay and no temperature at all gushed out of his mouth.

His chest heaved rapidly like a bellows. Every inhalation brought with it the suffocating feeling and burning pain of the dust, and every exhalation splattered with blood foam and saliva.

He fell in the filth, the severe pain in his right arm made him unable to move, but the brief burst of consciousness allowed him to see clearly the environment he was in: a Jedi burning with the plague of death and devoured by slaughter!

In a corner of the camp, Caligon, who had barely regained consciousness from the severe pain, saw this scene!

His left arm was charred and oozing with pus, as if it had been stuck in a pile of irons. Several rot-armored insects were greedily gnawing at the fresh granulation tissue on the ulcer! This heart-wrenching pain almost drove him crazy!

But when he saw the hot paste that looked like a living thing stuck on his arm after Chang Baishan's sweep.

When I saw Changbaishan's eyes, briefly revealed due to the severe pain, that "clear" look that was definitely not completely dominated by the epidemic...

A fear deeper and colder than the burning pain instantly gripped his heart!

"Destroy... destroy him! Quick! Kill him now! With arrows! With fire! We can't wait any longer!"

Kaligon screamed, his voice filled with uncontrollable panic and ferocity!

The plan has deviated uncontrollably! This container was not perfectly controlled, but due to this rough physical interference.

The severe pain caused signs of escaping the deep infection! This is the greatest threat to all epidemic controllers!

Outside the tent.

The crematorium fire lingered on under the weight of the insect swarm's corpses.

The chaotic sound of shadow riders' hooves was already reaching my ears.

Tent Center.

Chu Ying stood in the blood, knife in hand, his chest heaving violently.