The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

"Holy crap..."

[Yun Nianshang]: "Is this Old Ancestor Ye's second incarnation as a child?"

"It made me tear up..."

[Bedtime Rice Worm]: "Oh no..."

"I heard the echo of the knife again..."

【Ke Chun】: "Judging by the time... this live stream is about to end."

"So, based on the pattern of the previous episodes, it goes without saying that there will be something nasty."

The image continues to flow.

Ye Long walked along the lake in the wind and snow.

His silhouette grew longer and longer as the wind and snow blew.

Ice crystals clung to the hem of the military uniform, making the epaulets stand out starkly against the white backdrop.

The camera follows his steps and moves forward.

At the edge of the lake, the wind and snow suddenly intensified.

A snowflake skimmed across the ice, struck Ye Long's trouser leg, and was then swept into the air by the gale.

Ye Long stopped in his tracks.

He looked up and gazed ahead.

In the wind and snow, a huge shadow was slowly moving at the bottom of the lake.

Ye Long narrowed his eyes and placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

next moment.

He drew his sword.

A crimson blade of light burst from its sheath, cutting through the wind and snow, instantly extending over a hundred meters away.

"boom--"

The ice surface suddenly exploded.

A colossal creature burst from the lake, its waves carrying ice shards high into the sky.

It was a flesh-and-blood dragon several hundred meters long.

Its scales were all pushed up by the bulging flesh, the edges of the scales curled outwards, and each scale was dripping blackish-red mucus.

Between the snake scales were distorted human faces.

Some screamed with their mouths open, some bit their tongues tightly, and others had their eyes wide open, their features distorted by the blood and flesh.

Those faces rose and fell with the dragon's breath, like living things trapped in flesh and skin.

The single horn atop the dragon's head is even more repulsive.

That horn wasn't formed from bone, but rather from layers of human feet stacked together.

Toes, soles, and broken ankles were pressed together, with nails still remaining between the flesh.

A hundred-meter-long blade of light slashed down in front of him.

"Snap!"

The bloody, fleshy horn atop the dragon's head was cleaved off on the spot.

A large amount of black blood gushed from the fracture, mixed with fine bone fragments and constantly twitching flesh.

"roar--!"

The dragon let out a sharp, hoarse roar.

Its massive body writhed wildly on the lake, crashing against waves tens of meters high one after another.

The next moment, the dragon's tail suddenly straightened.

Its thick tail tore through the wind and snow, lashing towards Ye Long with a dull whistling sound.

Before its tail even landed, cracks had already appeared on the surrounding ice.

Ye Long gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands and raised the long sword above his head.

"Bang--!"

The dragon's tail slammed hard onto the blade.

Centered on Ye Long, the ice surface cracked instantly.

The cracks spread in all directions, quickly covering the entire lake surface.

next moment.

"Boom—!"

The ice layer, which was more than ten meters thick, on the entire lake surface shattered simultaneously.

The lake water surged skyward, and the huge crack swallowed up the ice surface for hundreds of meters around it.

Ye Long was propelled into the air by the impact, his military uniform fluttering in the wind.

He held the long sword horizontally, his body suspended in mid-air.

Beneath the lake, the flesh-and-blood dragon raised its head once more, its hundreds-of-meters-long body emerging from the broken ice.

On the shore, the expressions of several soldiers changed drastically.

"Commander!"

"It's a monster at the level of a demon saint!"

"This aura... it's at least at the late stage of a Demon Saint!"

"The commander is only at the mid-stage of the Celestial Realm!"

"Commander!"

One soldier gritted his teeth and shouted, "We'll stay and provide support!"

Ye Long looked down at Ye Chen on the stretcher.

The boy was covered in blood, and his chest barely rose and fell.

Ye Long withdrew his gaze.

"Walk."

"Commander!"

"Send that brat back to the camp first."

"But you..."

Ye Long raised his long sword, the tip pointing at the charging flesh and blood dragon.

"Walk!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it drowned out the wind, snow, and the roars of beasts.

Several soldiers stood still, their fingers gripping the edge of the stretcher tightly.

They could tell that Ye Long's battle was very dangerous.

But the military order had already been issued.

A soldier's duty is to obey orders.

The two soldiers gritted their teeth and carried the stretcher toward the camp.

The others glanced back at Ye Long, then turned and followed.

None of them said "take care".

On the battlefield, these words sometimes mean goodbye.

The moment they left, the flesh and blood dragon opened its mouth and swallowed Ye Long whole.

Ye Long drew his sword and charged forward.

The crimson blade collided with the pitch-black maw.

Snow, lake water, ice shards, and a sky full of blood exploded at the same time.

The screen was engulfed by a loud bang.

The soldiers dared not turn around.

They carried the stretcher and ran all the way.

The Zhenguo Army's garrison ahead is located at the foot of the snow-capped mountains.

Rows of black military tents stood in neat rows, with heavy psionic cannons and frosty war machine racks standing outside.

A golden array shield rose up around the encampment.

The patterns extended outwards along the snow, covering the entire camp area.

Normally, this is where the Zhenguo Army rests, treats wounds, and coordinates supplies at the source of Guixu.

At this moment, the piercing alarm had already spread throughout the camp.

Soldiers carrying stretchers rushed through the gate and shouted inside:

"The division commander is in trouble!"

"Everyone, assemble immediately and proceed to Thousand Demon Lake!"

"You two, take His Highness to the military medical station, and follow immediately!"

"yes!"

The two soldiers responsible for carrying the stretcher nodded.

The others quickly donned their armor, took their weapons, and assembled their troops.

Within a few breaths, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the camp.

Large numbers of soldiers rushed out of their tents.

The heavy combat boots pounded on the snow, causing snow mist to rise continuously.

One by one, the psionic armor pieces unfolded, and the rune cannons, standard battle swords, and high-ranking soldiers lit up simultaneously.

The army surged out of the camp and marched rapidly along the mountain path toward Thousand Demon Lake.

As the procession passed, the snow was trampled and kicked up everywhere.

Golden light flashed across the array's protective barrier, as if opening a path to the battlefield for this army.

The group quickly disappeared into the depths of the snowstorm.

Two soldiers carried Ye Chen into the military medical station.

The military doctor was organizing medicinal herbs when he heard the noise and immediately turned around.

When he saw the boy on the stretcher, the medicine bottle in his hand stopped in mid-air.

Ye Chen's chest, abdomen, and arms were covered with rolled-up wounds.

The area where the spine was broken was swollen, and an abnormal bluish-black color was showing through the skin.

The military doctor looked at it for a moment and then sighed heavily.

"Put it here."

Two soldiers placed the stretcher next to the medicine table.

The military doctor took out a high-grade medicine, crushed it, and applied it to Ye Chen's wound.

The medicine powder froze as soon as it touched the skin.

The military doctor frowned, then took out a bottle of bright red liquid and slowly poured it down Ye Chen's chest and abdomen.

The medicine dissolved and released white steam.

"His Highness's spine is broken, and his internal organs have been invaded by cold."

"First, use the precious medicine to stabilize the injury, and then give the patient a medicinal bath."

The two soldiers exchanged a glance.

One of them clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Then Your Highness, we'll have to trouble you."

"Our commander has been attacked by a late-stage demon saint monster. We must go and support him first."

"Go ahead, go ahead."

The military doctor bent down to bandage Ye Chen's wound.

"Thank you for your help."

The two soldiers turned and left.

The military doctor finished wrapping the last layer of bandages, looked at the unconscious Ye Chen, and sighed again.

"I wonder what that kid Xiaolong is thinking."

"His spine is broken. How could someone so young suffer such an injury?"

"It needs to be slowly repaired with medicated baths."

As he spoke, he turned and walked into the pharmacy at the back to begin preparing the medicinal herbs.

Shortly after the military doctor left, Ye Chen opened his eyes on the medicine table.

His eyes showed no trace of the confusion one might expect from someone just waking up.

The area outside the door was deserted.

The soldiers on duty all left.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes.

You have to run.

If we stay here, we'll be killed by that old Deng sooner or later.