"Li, fall back!"
Qi Yuanwu grabbed Li Feizhang's arm firmly, his voice filled with urgency.
"The men are in complete disarray! They can't hold back those corpse puppets anymore!"
"Damn it!"
Li Feizhang's bloodshot eyes locked onto the scene before him—the grotesque creatures feasting on the bodies of his fallen soldiers. Rage boiled within him, an overwhelming desire to rush in and take down at least one of those monsters, even if it cost him his life.
But Qi Yuanwu's firm grip and desperate words brought him back to reality.
He clenched his teeth, fists trembling with frustration as he realized the truth: he was no hero. He couldn't muster the courage to face these horrors head-on or die a futile death.
With a guttural growl of resignation, he turned and joined the fleeing soldiers, making a desperate dash toward the canyon's exit.
"Captain Li! Help me! Please, help me!"
