The Medicine Sovereign saw this, and his face turned extremely ugly. There were even eyes rotting away, and anguished wails of grief everywhere. It was truly miserable. He, the Medicine Sovereign, dared to say that in this life he had never seen such a scene. It was simply terrifying.
He was actually starting to feel fear now, fear of this plague. He really didn't know, if it kept spreading deeper into their territories, what the final outcome would be.
The soldiers had trained all year round, their Physique different from ordinary people, but in the rear territories it was all common folk. Who among them could withstand a plague like this?
The soldiers themselves could not endure it and were howling in pain; the commoners would be even less able to bear it.
It was also his fault for failing to do his duty as Commander-in-Chief of the Third Army. He hadn't promptly collected the corpses, hadn't even burned them all, and that was what led to this result.
"Kill me… kill me…"
