At first, there were only hurried footsteps and the clatter of armor plates. Then someone shouted sternly, seemingly the Cangming Army guards at the Governor-General's Office trying to stop the arrivals.
Before long, an anxious voice came from outside the hall doors. It was Sun Wudi.
"Reporting to the Governor-General!"
"General Ye Wushang and Deputy General Jia Daoyi request an audience! They have just returned from beyond the pass, gravely wounded, and say they have urgent military intelligence to report!"
Qing Chen frowned slightly. "Let them in."
The formation light outside the hall doors swiftly parted.
Everyone looked toward the voices, and their expressions changed.
Ye Wushang was the first to enter the hall.
He still gripped the Thunder Marsh Sword tightly, but his usually neat, dark azure Sword Robe was mostly torn apart. Charred wounds covered the area from his left shoulder to his chest, and several wounds had bizarre square gaps, as though the flesh there had not been torn away by spells but erased directly from the world by some force.
Yet compared to Jia Daoyi behind him, Ye Wushang's injuries could already be considered minor.
Jia Daoyi was all but carried in by two Golden Core commandants of the Cangming Army.
Half his body was a bloody mess. His Body Protection Dao Robe and Inner Armor were completely shattered, and several fist-sized Black-and-White Grids kept flickering across his chest and abdomen.
Each time the black-and-white spiritual light flashed, the flesh that had just regrown around it vanished soundlessly. No matter how many healing medicinal pills he swallowed, his wounds would not truly close.
His aura was feeble to the extreme, and his Dharma Nascent Soul was utterly listless. If not for the several Fourth Tier Sealing Talismans stuck to his body, barely suppressing that bizarre force,