The deputy general from the Mount Song Army headquarters dragged up his heavily injured body and staggered in front of Chen Changsheng and Zhizhi, blocking the following ripples of Qi, after which he slammed against one of the walls of the courtyard and collapsed into the rubble. An Hua could no longer pay attention to the young array master on the stretcher. She crawled up to Chen Changsheng and Zhizhi, grabbed them by their collars, and used all her strength to drag them backwards, wanting to make as much distance between them and that monstrous figure as possible.
Countless beads of ice ruptured into threads that drifted about the ruins of the courtyard like willow catkins, as if this really was the south, if not for the endless cold and Lord Hai Di's terrifying figure walking from the bridge. The threads of ice drifted away from him, not daring to touch him.
