Time trickled away, and Beigong Xianfeng’s heart was beating more and more powerfully while Sikong Jing gradually relaxed, finally managing to temporarily preserve his life, yet the meridians throughout Beigong Xianfeng’s body were still shattering.
Even the True Qi of the Supreme Forget Love Technique remained inside his body, cruelly tormenting him.
This was truly the most terrifying, the most lethal.
Suddenly, Beigong Xianfeng opened his eyes wide, issuing a low roar as he tried to sit up.
But with a "wah," a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out.
His aged face was as harrowing as platinum, with once plump cheeks now deeply sunken in, becoming exceptionally gaunt.
He growled subconsciously, "Ji Tan, you worthless thing, I will kill you... Wah!"
Another fierce spurt of fresh blood erupted, and Sikong Jing quickly called out softly, "Commander, it’s Sikong Jing."
Upon hearing this, Beigong Xianfeng’s feeble body trembled slightly.
His muddled gaze finally became clear, and he finally saw Sikong Jing’s Dark Wing Mask.
Beigong Xianfeng looked somewhat dazed, slowly asking, "Am I in Hell? Did Mo Ci finally find you and kill you?"
He had just regained consciousness and was still unable to tell directions; he had clearly felt like he was already dead before.
At those words, Sikong Jing’s eyes blazed with murderous intent as he replied quietly, "So Mo Ci really was coming for me... Commander, you are still alive, and Mo Ci has not found me."
Sikong Jing briefly explained the rescue efforts.
Beigong Xianfeng first stared in disbelief for quite a while, then gazed deeply at Sikong Jing, saying, "So it was you who saved me, haha, it seems my old life is still pretty tough."
As he spoke, Beigong Xianfeng’s body trembled violently once more, his cloudy eyes widening in alarm as he exclaimed urgently, "Ajing, quickly take me back to Youxue Plain, take me back to the battlefield, or it will collapse."
Sikong Jing was stunned but swiftly stood up and, without a word, carried Beigong Xianfeng onto the Dark Winged Dragon Eagle.
Although the distance was significant, as the Invincible God General, Sikong Jing could still clearly sense the aura of battle raging on the battlefield.
What Beigong Xianfeng most feared at the moment was not the wounds on his body, but the battlefield itself!
At this moment, Sikong Jing did not ask anything; he did not question why Mo Ci wanted to kill Beigong Xianfeng, nor did he ask why Beigong Xianfeng’s first reaction was to roar out the name "Ji Tan."
Nothing was more important than returning to the battlefield, so Sikong Jing accelerated frantically, forging ahead with him.
However, upon their arrival at the battlefield, what they saw was the Long Night Black Burning Army and others already in complete disarray, with corpses and blood scattered everywhere.
On the city walls, Cao Yi and others trembled, tottering in the wind and rain.
From the opposite side, Lu Lungan’s mad laughter resounded, "Hahaha, Long Night Empire, is this all you’ve got? I overestimated you just now with three days—two days... no, one day would be enough!"
Several staff officers trembled all over, frantically saying, "Vice Commander Cao, what should we do? Think of something quickly!"
But Cao Yi was at his wit’s end, only able to clench his teeth and order, "All soldiers retreat to Youye State City, and hold to the death!"
The city wall they were currently defending was Youye State City, one of the closest of the twelve states to the War Soul Dynasty. Now all they could do was hunker down and wait for their foes to come.
But such a stance dealt a significant blow to morale, and Cao Yi had no confidence in holding the line.
Again, the Youyuan Twelve States were plains, devoid of any defensible terrain.
If they were to hunker down in Youye State City, the War Soul Dynasty’s troops could easily bypass it, advancing directly towards the hinterlands of the Five Great State Cities.
Then, they would be surrounded by the War Soul Dynasty’s forces from every direction imaginable.
Retreating into the city meant almost no chance of victory...
But to not hold out meant a quicker collapse; now, all they could do was buy time and pray for the swift return of the Beigong Commander.
As long as the Beigong Commander returned and most of the troops were preserved, there was still hope.
In the distance, atop the Dark Wing Young Sculpture, Beigong Xianfeng, with Sikong Jing’s support, wobbled to his feet and then mustered all his True Qi to shout, "I, Beigong Xianfeng, am back!"
Upon these words, the entire Long Night Empire Army shuddered with excitement. Including Cao Yi, everyone turned their eyes red with emotion towards the Dark Wing Young Sculpture in the sky, and the Vice Commanders were almost moved to tears.
"Lu Lungan, I, Beigong Xianfeng, am back..."
The next instant, Beigong Xianfeng roared towards the distant War Soul Dynasty.
At once, Lu Lungan’s laughter came to an abrupt halt, his gaze turning slightly cold.
However, when his eyes pierced through the sky and landed on Beigong Xianfeng, he couldn’t help but laugh.
"Beigong Xianfeng, it seems you’re severely injured. Can you still hold on?" Lu Lungan sneered before loudly commanding, "War Soul Soldiers, listen! Beigong Xianfeng is critically injured and not long for this world, continue the slaughter!"
"Kill!" Tens of millions of War Soul Soldiers continued their charge.
At this time, the soldiers of the Long Night Empire finally regained some morale. As long as the Beigong Commander was back, they had hope, and they began to fight back desperately.
"Hahaha, it’s just a minor injury."
"All soldiers heed my command, no need for defense, just slaughter them. We are sure to win."
Beigong Xianfeng laughed heartily, fuelling the Long Night Empire soldiers’ fighting spirit.
At this moment, Sikong Jing no longer needed to support him, because the Long Night Empire Army needed to see Beigong Xianfeng standing strong; they couldn’t let them see his wavering state, at least not for now.
Otherwise, they would collapse like a house of cards.
With the encouragement from Beigong Xianfeng, the battle drums resounded once more, and the Long Night Empire Army fought back fiercely.
After a few glances at the battlefield, Sikong Jing hurriedly brought Beigong Xianfeng down to Youye State City.
Cao Yi and the other Vice Commanders quickly came forward, but before they could ask anything, Beigong Xianfeng, with a "wah" sound, spewed blood violently and slumped to the ground.
He was devoid of the earlier aura.
Cao Yi and the others cried out in shock, swiftly propping him up and fetching a chair for him to sit on.
Panic was written all over their faces.
"I’m afraid... I can’t make it."
Suddenly, Beigong Xianfeng’s voice was weak. It was clear that standing up forcibly had aggravated his injuries, causing his inner meridians to collapse even more severely.
The True Qi from the Supreme Forget Love Technique was torturing him even more.
The Demon Blood and essence blood that Sikong Jing had infused into him were completely devoured.
Further infusions of Demon Blood were impossible. A trace could revive Beigong Xianfeng, but any more would only hasten his end.
Cao Yi and the others turned pale, at a loss for what to do.
"Dark Wings, what exactly is wrong with the Commander?" a Vice Commander couldn’t help but turn to Sikong Jing.
But before Sikong Jing could speak, Beigong Xianfeng’s hoarse voice preemptively sounded, "I was already dead. It was the Dark Wing Commander who revived me with all his might and allowed me this last breath to return."
At these words, everyone was profoundly shaken, casting grateful glances at Sikong Jing.
Sikong Jing, however, was silent. He was communicating with the beings of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sky Prison to seek a cure for Beigong Xianfeng, when the Divine Turtle told him that while there might be a way to heal Beigong Xianfeng’s physical wounds, his Sea of Consciousness had also suffered severe damage, and the Sea of Consciousness was too fragile.
The powerful beings were helpless.
On the other side, Beigong Xianfeng said hoarsely, "Everyone, be quiet. Listen to me first."