In the wilderness, the brothers Yin Jiao and Yin Hong staggered and collapsed behind a pile of jagged rocks. When the night wind brushed the wounds on their chests, pain wracked their entire bodies with spasms.
Blood still gushed from the hole in Yin Jiao's left arm, while the Giant God Axe had long since left his grasp and stood embedded in the earth beside him.
Yin Hong's right leg had been sliced open by a spear, leaving a wound so deep the bone showed. Every movement felt like his soul was breaking and his bones were shattering.
The thunder of hooves and cries of battle behind them drew ever closer. The red glow of torches spread across the hills, clearly illuminating the brothers' bedraggled figures.
Dense ranks of Imperial Guards closed in, their blades and spears gleaming beneath the moonlight as they formed an impenetrable encirclement.
"Two Princes, surrender without resistance!"
The commander's shout carried smug superiority. "By the King's order, whoever captures the two of you shall be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold!"
The brothers exchanged a glance, and the last trace of light in their eyes went out completely.
Earlier, Consort Yang had still been secretly aiding them within the palace. But now, in this desolate wilderness, there was no one before them and no one behind them, not even the slightest chance of escape.
Unless an immortal suddenly dropped from the heavens to save them from disaster. But Jiang Ziya, the only one in Great Shang with even a little immortal ability, had already been driven away. Where could they possibly find an immortal to save them?
In the end, they could not escape this calamity. They would not even have the chance to avenge their mother.
Yin Jiao clenched his bloodstained fist, his