Crown Prince of the Empire, I quit!

The center of the tent ruins.

Chu Ying knelt in the sticky purple-black filth and a pile of insect corpses, his hands tightly gripping his throat. Every swallow felt like swallowing hot lava fragments, and every vomit was a mixture of scarlet and dirty blood!

The burning sensation of high fever quickly spread from his throat to his chest, and every breath was accompanied by severe pain! His vision went black, and the world was distorted and shaking!

Liu Yueli struggled to get up from the wood chips, her throat full of blood.

Her gaze passed through the choking smoke and distorted figures, and passed Chu Ying who was vomiting in pain, as if his throat was being strangled by invisible poisonous claws.

Solidified in the center of the pool of blood, the broken doll, pierced through the shoulder and arm by a ferocious wolf-tooth arrow, curled up as if it had lost its soul,

On Chang Baishan!

The blue light on the arrowhead flashed and disappeared in the blood.

At this moment, the sound of Carrigon was like the friction of dried sandpaper.

In the chaotic corner, a strange, frenzied roar of control rang out:

"Good! Very good! The poison has entered his body... He can't escape... The shackles that bind him... are complete! Take him back!"

This arrow poison is extremely terrifying!

It wasn't the deadly poison that killed people instantly, but the "binding shackles" that Carrigon had claimed! The moment the blue light disappeared.

On the wolf-tooth arrow shaft that pierces the flesh, in the gaps of the cotton thread wrapped around it, soaked in a specific corrupt juice and herbal matrix.

Black powder as fine as dust was rushing in madly along with the surging blood and open wounds!

This is a specialized fungal spore.

They are like insects that have been hungry for billions of years, awakened by the host's scorching blood temperature, and tear the tissue at the edge of the wound.

Erode inward along the gaps between blood vessels and nerve bundles!

The goal is not to kill immediately, but to seize nerve endings, secrete paralyzing mucus, paralyze muscle strength, and release special chemical signals.

Like invisible shackles and chains, they are dragging this tough body back to the "hotbed" where it should be!

Chang Baishan's curled up body tensed as iron the moment the arrow pierced through it, and then he slammed heavily into the muddy insect corpses like a puppet with its strings completely cut.

The bloodshot eyes that had just struggled briefly due to severe pain suddenly became blurred, and the pupils dilated, like an extinguished charcoal fire with only dead ashes left.

Only the slightest nerve twitches and extremely faint groans proved that he had not yet been completely taken over by death.

Dragged by the shackles, trapped in the feverish body.

“Ugh—! Huh…!”

Chu Ying's painful retching was like the last gasp of an old bellows.

The burning pain in the mouth and throat has not subsided yet.

A violent spasm surged from deep within his stomach, activated by the corrupted matter and fungi in Changbai Mountain's poisonous blood! His body, like a live shrimp thrown into boiling oil, suddenly bounced upwards and then fell violently from mid-air!

The dull sound of knees hitting the scorched earth mixed with bile and dirty blood gushed out from between his fingers!

Every twitch involved his injured internal organs, his field of vision was completely occupied by black, red and distorted spots of light, and even his strength to lift the knife was rapidly fading!

Finished!

Dead end!

The poisonous shackles imprison the host, the brave general is defeated by the stained blood, and the shadow rider's sharp blade breaks through the last fence!

"Take him back!"

Kaligon's voice, hoarse like a ghost owl, was filled with unquestionable control!

His left arm, horribly burned and blackened with pus, hung at his side, the festering wound twitching violently under the stench of burnt sulfur and the gnawing of the rotten-armed insects.

But that still fierce right hand pointed at the dead Changbaishan!

Several shadow guards wrapped in ink-colored soft armor, like ghosts seeking death, avoided the chaotic swarm of insects and human figures, and their blades had already pressed to the edge of the pool of blood!

The cold murderous aura solidified the pungent burnt smell!

At the moment when absolute silence and despair were about to swallow everything!

“Ugh! Ugh—!”

Chu Ying seemed to have vomited out the last mouthful of bitter bile and blood, and his body suddenly fell forward!

The whole person was like a chariot that had run out of fuel, crashing heavily into the edge of the half-burnt leather shield that had slipped off and fallen off after vomiting violently!

boom!

A heavy impact!

A thick iron rivet on the edge of the leather shield, which had been embedded at some unknown time, was half-melted and stained with dirty blood, and was violently knocked against it!

Like a mechanism being triggered, the entire heavy shield suddenly bounced upward and rolled!

boom!

The rolling shield was like a red-hot iron, crashing down with a huge sound of wind and harsh friction.

Liu Yueli was standing on the back of Chu Ying, barely holding up her body and about to throw out the last few poisoned silver needles in her hand to stop the enemy!

"Uh!"

Liu Yueli was caught off guard! Her already severely injured and weakened body was slammed into by this immense force. She was like a kite with a broken string, being carried forward by the uncontrollable inertia!

The direction she flew towards was exactly Chang Baishan, who was curled up in a pool of blood and pointed at by the shadow guard's blade!

Time seems to be stretched!

Liu Yueli's vision flashed across rapidly in a dizziness: the approaching shadow guard in black armor, the bloody scimitar.

The trembling arrow shaft on Chang Baishan's shoulder, the purple-black blood silently flowing from the wound, and the giant figure of Chu Ying falling painfully on the edge of the shield...

right here!

That piercing arrow wound!

The source of the poisonous lock!

Unable to think! The severe pain and inertia of the body became the only guidance!

Survival? Saving others? Or was it simply a decision stemming from a deeper consciousness?

He lost control and fell forward in mid-air, with the vital part of his vest about to be exposed to the shadow guard's blade.

She bent her fingers like hooks, and the poisoned silver needle that was originally pinched between her fingers was ready to stab the shadow guard's vitals!

The tip of the needle is dark blue!

It was not a throw, but using the force of the pounce, his arm stabbed like a catapult, with incredible precision, deep into the wound on Chang Baishan's left shoulder that was torn by the wolf-tooth arrow and from which black blood was gushing!

puff!

The silver needle was extremely small, but it contained the refined poison and the last bit of strength condensed in Liu Yueli's fingertips.

It was like the fangs of a poisonous dragon, piercing into the deepest part of the fascia of the arrow wound!

Where the needle tip penetrated, an indescribable fishy smell instantly surged up!

"Ugh!!!"

It's like being passed high voltage electricity!

Chang Baishan's body, paralyzed by the "shackles poison" to the point of being as stubborn as a rock, was suddenly pierced through by the needle that penetrated deep into his bone marrow!

A agonizing pain, surpassing all previous ones, emanating from the deepest reaches of his nerve endings, unbearable to be numbed by the shackles! It was like a dormant volcano being forcibly ignited and detonated at its core!

He suddenly opened his eyes wide! His pupils were no longer gray and dead, but were completely occupied by a purely physiological, beyond-limit pain! It was the last burning of all senses before destruction!

What erupted from his throat was not a human voice, but a howl like the dying throat of a trapped beast, as his vocal cords were completely torn apart by extreme pain!

The pain was so intense! So pure! It tore through the toxic chains that had held his muscles in place! His huddled body was like being struck by a powerful force of high-pressure gas! It arched and rolled!

The direction of the roll just avoided the blade of the shadow guard that was about to chop off his head!