Just as Lu Chongde was worrying over the battle outside, a burst of clamorous noise suddenly rose beyond the prison cell.
Screams sounded one after another, and the clash of blades rang out in a continuous sheet of noise.
"Governor! Governor!"
After a Moment, a group of soldiers rushed into the prison, while all the jailers inside had been cut down to the ground.
Lu Chongde shot to his feet and looked at the soldiers outside the cell.
"Who are you people?"
Before he could speak, Ji He beside him barked the question first.
The soldier in the lead looked towards Ji He, froze for a moment, then called out, "General Ji, this subordinate is Zuo Wan, Bazong of the Zhenbiao Right Battalion, paying respects to General Ji!"
"Zuo Wan!" Ji He stared blankly at Zuo Wan.
Zuo Wan hacked open the cell door's lock with one slash. "Hurry and unlock General Ji's shackles!"
At once, a group of soldiers poured into the cell and unlocked Ji He's shackles.
At this moment, Ji He's pipa bones were still pierced through by iron spikes. The deep wounds had already festered and were oozing pus. It was only because Ji He's body was tough that he had survived the initial infection, but even if he was all right now, his cultivation was likely ruined.
His pipa bones had been pierced through for more than a month. His shoulders had long since warped, and both his arms had long since lost all feeling.
"The Governor is over there!" Ji He still had not forgotten Lu Chongde beside him.
Hearing this, Zuo Wan hurriedly looked towards the cell beside them. The Lu Chongde at this moment looked wretched in the extreme as well, his face withered like dead wood, so thin he barely resembled