Inside the forest that traversed the ages, everyone gathered around Rudosen. He had lost so much blood that he was already slipping in and out of consciousness.
Li Qinwu removed Rudosen's armor and pressed cloth firmly against his wound as he asked,
"Can you still hold on?"
Rudosen mumbled hazily, "I... I can see lots of little... little people dancing. Heh heh..."
Li Qinwu said, "Good. You won't die."
Joel asked shakily, "R-Really? Is he going to be all right, sir?"
Li Qinwu put Rudosen's armor back on him.
"No problem. If he can still see little people, there's no problem. It'll be a problem when he can't see them anymore.
All right, move! The wind's getting up—let's get the hell out of here!!"
Though he spoke lightly, his heart was already in his throat.
Rudosen had lost enough blood to start seeing little people. If they delayed any longer, he would probably bleed to death!
They had to sprint their way through the next stretch!
"Move, move, move! Run!!"
Li Qinwu took the lead, while Little Knife, Joel, and the others ran behind him carrying the stretcher.
They hurried through the forest, where the trees ahead gradually began to thin out.
Before long, they burst out of the woods, and their view suddenly opened up.
Li Qinwu glanced at their landing point and discovered that they were at yet another massive battlefield!
They had landed atop a small hill, with an enormous battlefield stretching out before them.
This battlefield was much smaller than Xiangji Temple's, and the fighting was already drawing to a close. Tens of thousands of corpses littered the ground, while those still standing were locked in chaotic melee.
Joel asked, "Another huge battlefield, sir. What do we do? Go around?"
Li Qinwu carefully studied the battlefield,