Crown Prince of the Empire, I quit!

The hideous wound on his shoulder blade, which was turned outward and embedded with rusty iron pieces, was shocking!

"Be careful! Don't touch the iron on his shoulder!" Another guard was quick to grab the captain's outstretched hand! He saw the beast-patterned iron block tightly held in Chang Baishan's arms, and his fingers, twitching slightly in pain, still gripping the iron block tightly!

"Secure him! Get him out!" The captain acted decisively! The two men worked in perfect harmony. One used a specially crafted cork splint to carefully secure Chang Baishan's arm, pierced by the rusty iron, to prevent any secondary damage. The other used a tough leather belt to wrap around his armpits and chest, securing him and the heavy piece of animal-patterned iron securely to his back.

"Get up!" The two men shouted softly, and with the help of the rope thrown by their companions above, they went against the current with difficulty but determination, as if carrying a rare treasure, to drag Chang Baishan out of this frozen blood prison!

On the shore of the deep pool.

Qin Ming had already dismounted, and his black armor was stained with the enemy's blood.

He stood at the edge of the icy pond like a cold statue of a god of war. As his personal guards dragged the bloodied and unconscious Chang Baishan and the fainting Liu Yueli, wrapped in a fire blanket, ashore, his eyes remained expressionless beneath his veil. Only the knuckles of his fingers, clenched tightly around the black iron greatsword, grew slightly white from the strain.

"Your Majesty! General Chang is seriously injured! His shoulder blade is broken and foreign objects are deeply embedded! Lord Liu... the poison has invaded his body and burned him to the bone! He needs to be treated immediately..." The head of the imperial physicians, the white-haired Sun Miao, put his fingers on the wrist pulses of the two men and his face instantly became extremely ugly.

"Save them."

Qin Ming's voice was still cold, but it carried the unquestionable will of an emperor, "At any cost."

His eyes swept over the blood-stained iron block with hideous animal patterns in Chang Baishan's arms, then passed by the charred and sunken wound on Liu Yueli's shoulder, which faintly revealed the outline of a strange dark purple brand, and finally fell on the body of Kaligon floating on the surface of the deep pool, torn by the noose and with his eyes open in death.

"Meng Zhi." Qin Ming's voice was as cold as ice.

"The general is here!"

"Eliminate the remaining enemies. All Toruhan Shadow Guards will be killed without mercy. Their bodies...will be burned."

Qin Ming's gaze turned to the depths of the canyon, the ominous darkness in the direction of Jackdaw Valley.

"I have ordered a blockade of Jackdaw Valley for a hundred miles. Anyone who shows any sign of the Toruhan delegation will be captured and killed on the spot. The Shenmu Kingdom..." He paused, the blade of the black iron giant sword scratching a deep groove in the frozen earth. "I demand an explanation from them to Daqian."

"I obey your command!" Meng Zhi clasped his fists and roared, his voice shaking the valley!

The Black Armor Flood was like a black tide, completely submerging the land shrouded in the plague of death.

The flames were burning the corpses, the soldiers were shouting, and the remaining rot insects were letting out their final wails in the flames.

Qin Ming slowly squatted down, his cold eyes fell on the face of Chang Baishan who was unconscious on the stretcher, then turned to Liu Yueli who was receiving emergency treatment for her wound and was still twitching slightly in pain.

He stretched out his hand, but his fingertips did not touch, but hovered an inch above the piece of iron with animal patterns in Chang Baishan's arms.

The twisted animal-shaped patterns on the iron block, soaked in blood, faintly revealed a heart-pounding ancient malice that was the same as the outline of the brand on Liu Yueli's shoulder.

The wind from the ice valley, carrying sulfur and blood, swept across the emperor's cold armor.

Beside the cold pond at the bottom of Bingling Valley, the foul smell of blood and sulfur has not yet been completely blown away by the killing north wind.

The black-armored guards were like a silent iron wall, firmly protecting the two stretchers in the center.

Chang Baishan was lying on a cold leather stretcher, his body covered in tattered cloth strips soaked in ice water. The hideous wound on his left shoulder blade, which was turned outward and deeply embedded with jagged rusted iron pieces, was shocking.

Dark purple blood mixed with ice water continued to seep out, staining the leather beneath him an ominous dark color.

His eyes were tightly closed, his face was as pale as gold paper, and every weak breath he took was accompanied by a hissing sound like a broken bellows, as if it would completely break at any time.

A few steps away, Liu Yueli was wrapped in a thick fire blanket, revealing only her face, which was blackened by smoke and fire and stained with blood.

The area behind her shoulder, which was pierced by the double branding, had a dark purple and black swollen outline faintly visible under the thick medical bandage, and even tiny black lines could be seen on the edge, slowly wriggling like a living thing.

The body under the blanket twitched unconsciously in pain, and every twitch caused an extremely suppressed whimper, like a dying animal, to escape from the depths of her throat.

The solemn and murderous atmosphere was like frozen ice, weighing heavily on the hearts of every black-armored soldier.

Only the white-haired imperial physician Sun Miao, with his skinny fingers like eagle claws, rested firmly on Chang Baishan's cold wrist, his cloudy old eyes tightly closed, his brows twisted into a knot.

Another younger imperial physician was carefully using a silver knife to scrape away the foul-smelling sticky pus that had seeped out from the edge of the medical patch on the back of Liu Yueli's shoulder. Every time he scraped, the deep purple swelling seemed to twitch, causing the guards nearby to grit their teeth.

Qin Ming stood like a statue made of black iron, three steps away from the stretcher. The blood of his enemies stained his Panlong heavy armor, long since solidified into dark red ice crystals. The tip of his black iron greatsword pointed obliquely at the frozen ground, its blade reflecting the bleak light of the valley floor, icy and devoid of any warmth.

Under the visor, those bottomless eyes, like the eternal black ice solidified at the bottom of the cold abyss, swept across the hideous rusty iron on Chang Baishan's shoulder blade without any ripples, and swept across the strange deep purple swelling behind Liu Yueli's shoulder, and finally fell back on Sun Miao's old face, which was so solemn that it almost dripped with water.

"How?" Qin Ming's voice was not loud, but it was like an ice spike falling to the ground, clearly penetrating the cold wind.

Sun Miao slowly opened his eyes, and deep in his cloudy eyes was an unconcealable horror and solemnity:

"Your Majesty... General Chang... his shoulder blade is broken. That foreign object... that piece of iron is deeply embedded in the flesh and bones. The edges are rusted and poisonous. It has already invaded the lungs through the blood vessels! Moreover, the cold air has penetrated into the marrow, the high fever won't subside, and all five internal organs are damaged! This is... a sign of severed pulse!" His voice was dry, and every word weighed a thousand pounds.

He paused, turned towards Liu Yueli, and said in a deeper voice:

"Master Liu... the burns on your shoulders and back penetrate deep into your bones, and the poison has already surged through your bloodstream and into your heart! The wounds... are incredibly sinister! In my sixty years of medical practice, I've never seen such vicious and insidious wounds! The poison is already visible, and I'm afraid... I'm afraid there's no way to save him!"

"Is it impossible to recover?"

Qin Ming's voice, covered by his face, was completely still, with only the knuckles hanging by his side, tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, making a slight, teeth-grinding friction sound due to excessive force.

"What I want is not the word 'difficult'."

An invisible, icy pressure that seemed to be real suddenly spread out with Qin Ming as the center!

The air around them seemed to freeze instantly, even the howling north wind stagnated!