The brightly lit main tent in the army camp.
Yuan Baiyi, his armor shed and upper body bare, had a solemn expression, seemingly deep in thought. His entire right shoulder was a blur of flesh and blood.
Next to him, Nie Xun held a small knife. He was cutting away the rotting, stinking flesh from Yuan Baiyi's wound, which had been poisoned by the demon, while sprinkling light-red medicinal powder on it.
However, the powder's effectiveness seemed lacking; it couldn't effectively halt the poison's spread. The area of rotten flesh continued to grow, and even the surface of the bones faintly turned black.
Nie Xun, anxious as he applied the medicine, was sweating profusely, his hands starting to tremble.
"Lv Shuai, this demon poison is extremely fierce. The medicinal powder we brought can't stop it," he said.
