Chu Qingzhi's face was pale. As she played the tune, the spiritual power in her body decreased. In the end, it was completely exhausted. The flute in her hand dissipated and she knelt on one knee.
As the tune stopped, the wild beasts recovered and ran back. The canyon gradually quietened down, leaving only the thick smell of blood.
After a while, Chu Qingzhi regained some strength and turned to look at Tang Jinghong.
Tang Jinghong was unconscious, leaning against the tree trunk. His face was pale, and his lips were purple.
"General!" Shen Yufeng crawled over in fear. "Miss Chu, you must save General."
"Of course I'll save him." Chu Qingzhi checked Tang Jinghong's pulse and immediately frowned. This poison was too troublesome.
She turned her face to Yuan Hongjun, thinking to herself that he should have medicine on him, so she walked over.
