Inside a huge, black cage made of refined iron, lay a giant crimson tiger.

The once shimmering, flame-like fur in the sunlight, no longer flowing smoothly, was now stained with layers upon layers of blood.

Large and small wounds covered the Crimson Flame Tiger's body, with black blood continuously oozing out from them.

The Crimson Flame Tiger lay quietly in the iron cage, its breathing barely audible. If it weren't for the trembling of its exposed belly, Shen Junzhi would have almost suspected that it had died on the way from the front lines to the protective base.

"Why don't you treat his wound first?"

The questions came faster than anything else.

Di Xingyan's brows were furrowed tightly.

The messengers were trusted confidants of Zhan Xiye and Li Mohan, who were also aware of the matter of madness. Upon hearing this, they immediately reported:

"Your Majesty, it's not that we don't want to bandage Marshal Zhan."

"It's true, it's true," the adjutant said, his eyes reddening and his voice choking up several times before he could finally explain the reason.

"Marshal Zhan is currently in a berserk state and will not allow outsiders to get close."

"Once you get close, they start to struggle frantically, and the blood from the wound flows out even faster."

"With his 3S-level physique, if he takes a break, he can do even better."

As soon as the adjutant finished speaking, the Crimson Flame Tiger, which was lying on the ground, opened its eyes. Its beastly pupils, which resembled blazing gold, were now filled with blood.

Zhan Xiye has completely gone into a berserk state; this is the worst possible outcome.