Was Zhang Kuang dead?
Dong Huaiming's pupils contracted as he turned toward the voice. He saw the black-haired, black-eyed leader of the rebellion with more than a dozen crossbow bolts protruding from his body, blood covering him from head to toe.
Beside him lay a pile of corpses that resembled a small mountain.
The wounds on those corpses varied widely, but the ones closest to Zhang Kuang had all been shot so full of arrows that they looked like hedgehogs.
By normal human standards, the injuries Zhang Kuang had suffered were already fatal.
Although Zhang Kuang was still fighting on the battlefield, his death seemed to have become a certainty.
At least, Dong Huaiming had never heard of any divine physician in the Chaos Starfield capable of treating injuries this severe.
"How is this possible?!"
Dong Huaiming's mind went blank as he abruptly tightened his grip on the musket. "He hasn't forged the Second Generation Demonic Son yet. He hasn't left behind any legacy or passed his title on to anyone..."
"He shouldn't die."
"At least... he shouldn't die now!"
"Where are Wu Di and 98725?"
Dong Huaiming looked around in confusion and found 98725, drenched in blood, dragging the unconscious Wu Di away from the heart of the battlefield, where the fighting was most intense.
It was worth mentioning that...
All of Zhang Kuang's injuries had come from the front. There wasn't a single scar on his back.
At least, before he lost consciousness, Wu Di had kept his promise.
The situation on the battlefield changed in an instant. Before Dong Huaiming could recover, he saw many familiar figures in the small county town.
They were Zhu Ding, Chi Xiao, Cang Lian, Lan Xi, Golden Domain, Mo Xing, and the others, all belonging to the Main Universe's divine court