[Then you heard Luo Yiyi's voice come from behind you, very low, so low it was as if she were afraid of waking something:]
["Su Ming, there's movement behind us."]
[You turned around.]
[Behind you, in the darkness, dozens of small figures were moving toward the Wounded Soldier Camp.]
[Those figures moved very lightly, very carefully, like a pack of wild beasts foraging in the dark.]
[Several thousand wounded lay inside the Wounded Soldier Camp, and Su Qingyuan was leading several disciples in changing their dressings.]
[They did not know danger was approaching.]
[The Divine Silkworm War King saw it too.]
[He stopped walking, but did not turn back.]
[His voice came from the darkness, very soft, very calm:]
["Old Silkworm will go stop them."]
[After he said that, he walked in that direction.]
[His footsteps were very light, like a fallen leaf blown toward the ground by the wind.]
[You opened your mouth, wanting to call him back.]
[But before your voice could come out, Great Emperor Arrogance had already appeared above the Wounded Soldier Camp.]
[He emerged from the darkness, his figure tall and arrogant, his golden battle armor glaringly bright against the black curtain.]
[In his hand, he held a golden long spear, its tip pointed toward the Wounded Soldier Camp.]
["A pack of trash."]
["Death is at your doorstep, and you're still saving others."]
[The Divine Silkworm War King did not answer him.]
[He rushed to the front of the Wounded Soldier Camp and placed himself before the wounded.]
[He turned around, his back to the wounded, facing Great Emperor Arrogance.]
[His hands spread open, and his body began to glow—a golden, warm, gentle radiance, soft as silkworm silk.]
[Great Emperor Arrogance gave a laugh.]
["Block it?"]
["What are you going to block it with?"]
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