Blood soaked into the dirt beneath Li Jun, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he clutched his abdomen. The wound was deep. Too deep. His hands trembled as he pressed against it, but the blood kept flowing, slipping through his fingers like water.
He had fought as hard as he could despite his body barely regenerating. He had tried. But his body, weakened from weeks of torture and deprivation, was failing him. The once-proud Crown Prince of Changying now lay crumpled in the raging battlefield, surrounded by the corpses of those who had come to kill him. He was vaguely aware that Tai Yang was there, and YoonJin. There was a third tall man, also fighting and defending against the assassins.
But no matter how hard they fought and tried to get to him there were too many enemies with counteractive spells left standing.