At the base of the Lotus Sect Mountain, a division of Lord Barbenheim’s personal army was stationed. They were ready to mobilize at a moment’s notice.

The full army had not gathered, and the Dragon Supreme had already warned him, so Lord Barbenheim did not order an attack on the Lotus Sect. Instead, his troops remained stationed at the foot of the mountain.

As dawn broke, Lord Barbenheim stumbled down the mountain in a battered state and collapsed before the personal army’s main camp.

“Your Highness!”

The soldiers quickly noticed him, and their expressions shifted to panic as they hurried to carry him into the camp for treatment.

The camp’s medic worked urgently. After a tense effort, Lord Barbenheim finally opened his eyes with great difficulty.

“Your Highness, your injuries are too severe. The facilities here are inadequate. You must be transported immediately to the best hospital in Grayvale or your life will be at risk!” the medic said gravely.

“Your Highness,