Yan Sikong was startled and raised his head suddenly. That was——the sound of Fenghun? !

Following this howl, wolves howled one after another all over the mountains and plains, as if they were inspired and gathered in groups. The sound was eerie and cold, like the moaning of a ghost, and even though it was broad daylight, it still made people shudder.

Then, there were panicked cries from overhead. Although they could not understand the Jurchen language, they could hear the fear.

The Jin people had lived with beasts on the vast grasslands for thousands of years. They understood wolves better than anyone else and knew how terrible they were.

A wolf rushed down the mountain.

It was as big as a lion or tiger, with a golden light armor on its face that covered half of its eyes. Its thick, soft and shiny gray-black fur fluttered in the cold wind. It was moving so fast that it was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, like a ghost floating on the snow. Behind it, packs of wolves, numbering hundreds, followed it and flew down from the top of the mountain like arrows.

It looked like a divine beast descending from the sky, or like an emperor conquering the world. At this moment, it led its soldiers to the battlefield!

The Jin soldiers shot arrows in panic, but they could not stop the wolves from rushing down the mountain.

The wolves rushed into the Jin army's camp, their screams echoing through the valley. The fight between man and wolf, the tearing of flesh, the breaking of tendons and bones, the splashing of blood and flesh, the horrific scene, will be unforgettable.

Yan Sikong recovered from the shock and shouted: "Attack——"

People and wolves kept falling from the low cliff. With the help of the wolf pack, Feng's army climbed up the cliff and launched a desperate counterattack.

Yan Sikong patted Feng Ye's face and said in a trembling voice: "Feng Ye, Hun'er is here to save us, hold on, Hun'er is here to save us, do you hear me!" He shouted, "Where is the military doctor!"

A soldier trembled and said, "The military doctor, the military doctor has already..."

"Bring the medicine box!"

Blood bubbles kept oozing out of Feng Ye's chest. The arrow pierced through the center of his chest, almost fatally. There was no way he could survive and return to Guangning.

The soldiers carried the medicine box over, and Yan Sikong ordered, "Make a fire! Send for help immediately!"

Blood flowed out from the corner of Feng Ye's mouth and all over Yan Sikong's hands. Yan Sikong felt his vision blurry and could only reach out to wipe it, but he ended up smearing the still warm blood all over his face.

This is Feng Ye’s blood. This is Feng Ye’s blood.

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong with half-closed eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he just coughed up more blood.

"Don't talk, don't die." Yan Sikong bit his lip hard, using the pain to force himself to calm down. He cut off the tail of the arrow with a sword and carefully took off Feng Ye's breastplate.

The soldiers started a fire nearby, trying to warm Feng Ye's body.

Yan Sikong used his sword to cut open the clothes on Feng Ye's chest, completely exposing the ugly wound. Looking at the torn flesh and the glaring blood, Yan Sikong felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if the arrow was piercing his heart.

Feng Ye was speechless, his eyes became increasingly cloudy, his body became colder and colder, even if there was a fire nearby, it could not warm him at all. He trembled and slowly raised his hand, weakly grabbing Yan Sikong's sleeve, his eyes filled with pain and desire.

Yan Sikong grabbed the handle of the arrow with one hand and held his hand with the other, choking and saying, "Feng Ye, listen carefully. You are the Wolf King. You may die, but not today, not here, not in the hands of barbarians. You must live."

Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong without blinking, and even refused to close his eyes, fearing that he would disappear in the blink of an eye. He just stared at Yan Sikong like that, and then nodded his chin slightly.

Yan Sikong gritted his teeth, and pulled the sword handle upwards suddenly, leaving a bloody hole on the strong chest, with blood spurting out.

Feng Ye let out a painful cry like he was dying, and his body began to twitch violently.

Yan Sikong threw away the broken arrow, took out a silver needle from the medicine box, quickly inserted it into the acupuncture points around the wound, and sprinkled hemostatic powder on it.

Looking at the blood that was still oozing out, Yan Sikong was extremely desperate. He only learned some basic medical skills from his mother when he was a child. He was better at treating horses than people. This place was still thirty miles away from Guangning. If the bleeding could not be stopped now, Feng Ye would never be able to return to Guangning alive.

Feng Ye's face was as pale as paper, and his consciousness became increasingly blurred. He used the last bit of his strength to hold Yan Sikong's hand.

If he was going to die now, at least he would die in Yan Sikong's arms. He would deeply imprint this person in his mind. If there was an afterlife, the next life, and all the lives after that, he would find Yan Sikong. He only prayed that in the next life, they would not have to endure this endless torture, but could... grow old together.

Yan Sikong hugged Feng Ye, tears streaming down his face. He prayed to God and all the gods, saying that as long as Feng Ye could survive, he would be willing to exchange anything for it, even his life.

Two lines of hot tears flowed from Feng Ye's eyes.

At this time, the sound of an approaching army was heard from outside the mountain pass, and the ground beneath their feet began to shake. The next moment, the Feng family wolf flag appeared in everyone's sight.

"General Que, it's General Que!" the soldiers shouted in ecstasy.

The Jin people immediately beat the animal skin drums to retreat.

Yan Sikong shouted in despair: "Let Quewang come and save the Wolf King, quickly!"

Xu Feng divided half of his troops to chase the fleeing soldiers, while Yuan Nanyu rode over on his horse. When he saw Feng Ye's injuries, his face changed instantly.

Yan Sikong looked up at Yuan Nanyu, almost speechless in pain.

Yuan Nanyu jumped off his horse. He grabbed Feng Ye's wrist, felt his pulse, and his eyes gradually dimmed.

"Yu'er..." Yan Sikong's voice was shaking.

Yuan Nanyu immediately took off his helmet and pulled out the hairpin on his head with one hand, and his long hair immediately fell down. The hairpin was embedded with a tubular jade ornament, only as thick as a thumb. He threw the hairpin on the ground and smashed it with a fist, breaking the jade ornament into two pieces.

Yan Sikong paid the deposit and saw that there was clearly a crimson elixir hidden in the jade ornament.

Yuan Nanyu carefully picked up the pill and said softly, "This is what my master left for me. It is the Xuantian Pill that Medicine Valley only gives to direct disciples. It is extremely difficult to make one, and there are only three in the world. This medicine is a magical item that can protect his heart." After saying that, he fed the medicine into Feng Ye's mouth without hesitation and swallowed it with Ma Fei San.

Feng Ye was still twitching, and Yan Sikong had no choice but to hold him tightly.

Not long after taking the pill, Feng Ye's body convulsions miraculously subsided slowly. He kept looking at Yan Sikong until his eyes lost focus and he fainted completely.

"Can this medicine save him?" Yan Sikong asked hoarsely.

Yuan Nanyu said in a deep voice: "Second brother, Feng Ye is only breathing his last breath. This medicine can only temporarily keep him alive. I will immediately send someone to the Medicine Valley to ask my master to come out." He said anxiously, "We can't stay here for long. We must return to the city immediately." He ordered someone to drive the carriage over.

Several people worked together to carefully lift Feng Ye onto the carriage.

Yan Sikong murmured, "Hurry back to the city, hurry..." He suddenly remembered something, "Hun'er..."

"What?"

"Hun'er!" Yan Sikong staggered to his feet, "Take Feng Ye back to the city!" He ran towards the battlefield littered with corpses.

"Hun'er! Hun'er!" Yan Sikong shouted as he searched anxiously. He grabbed a soldier beside him and said, "Go find the wolf king's wolf. Everyone, go find it!"

Countless corpses lay on the ground, some human and some wolf. Those animals that had been agile and strong not long ago now lay lifeless on the ground. Some were already stiff, while others were still breathing, gasping with empty eyes, waiting for death to finally come.

Yan Sikong clenched his fists and shouted "Hun'er" in a hoarse voice.

"General, we found it!" a soldier shouted from the low cliff.

Yan Sikong rolled and crawled up the low cliff, and saw the corpses of humans and wolves lying in front of him. He saw the one-eyed giant wolf at a glance. It had three arrows stuck in its body and a knife wound on its back. Its bright fur was covered with black and red blood, which had already solidified into ice.

It fell to the ground helplessly, and several wolves were howling around it and licking its wounds.

"Soul——"

Yan Sikong rushed over and knelt in front of Feng Hun. Feng Hun's one eye moved, and the bluish-white pupil looked at Yan Sikong calmly.

Yan Sikong stroked its fur tremblingly.

Feng Hun let out a soft "whoosh" and tried to get up with a struggle, but he could only shake his claws.

"Feng Ye... is alive." Yan Sikong choked up, "He is alive because you saved him, Hun'er, you can't die either, you can't die..."

Feng Hun stopped struggling, but stretched out his tongue and gently licked Yan Sikong's hand.

The warm tongue is the temperature of life, and it is not afraid of the cold of winter.

Yan Sikong wiped his face and checked Feng Hun's injuries. None of them were fatal, but too much blood had been lost. He roared and called for help, and lifted Feng Hun onto the carriage.

There was a voice in Yan Sikong's heart screaming frantically: Don't die, don't die, don't leave me, I beg you, don't leave me one by one.