Whoosh——
The mountain wind carried a chill, rustling the wind banner.
Batu lay on the luxurious fur-covered stone bed, eyes closed, breathing so faint it was almost imperceptible, his face ashen, his whole being exuding a sense of impending death.
Since he had suddenly collapsed in a faint, the entire Mountain City descended into chaos.
The highly respected Great Shaman in the city had rushed over, placing his bony fingers on Batu's pulse, leaning close to his nose to check his breath, and inspecting his complexion and eyes, meticulously gauging his life force and blood flow.
After a thorough examination, the Great Shaman furrowed his brows tightly and looked at Zashi and the others gathered around, shaking his head gravely.
"Beyond saving, prepare for his final arrangements."
As these words were spoken, the whole audience fell into instant silence.
All the descendants wore mournful expressions, heads lowered, brows furrowed, many secretly shedding tears, quietly sobbing.
