The Ziliujin inspector dared not be careless. He inspected the purity of Ziliujin in each cart one by one, and put the characteristic pole into the sealed carriage to check the volume.

Several long poles stained with Ziliujin were presented to Shen Yi. The scale on them was almost full. The inspector quickly reported, "General, purity is of no problem, reaching the proper level for tribute."

Shen Yi made an ‘Mm’ sound, still did not put aside his doubt, then looked up at the Second Prince. On his forehead, there was an angry purple mark, appearing as if it was created by a whip. The prince’s face was wet with tears and snot, opening his mouth as if wanting to cry out but he could not make a sound.

Chen Qing Xu whispered, "General Shen, you see, there is a purple mark on his forehead. I have heard about it in the Eighteen Tribes. It is a witchcraft poison for extinguishing one's ability to speak. His entire body is stiff now, which is equivalent to being fixed on the horse. He will not even be able to let out a cough. In a few moments, when the purple mark darkens, he will fall to the ground and die. Even if doing an autopsy, he will only be found to have been overly frightened and died of fear and palpitations."

Without blushing or shying away, Shen Yi shouted, "Wait, stop them!"

The Eagle in the sky gave a sharp cry: "Stop!"

The horse of the Second Prince stopped suddenly, his whole body leaned forward as if his center of gravity was unstable. His hard boots hit the top corner of the nearby oil tank, making a lingering noise of an echo.

One corner of the tank was empty!

Shen Yi's pupils suddenly shrank: "Fall back!"

As he finished, a man in the group of envoys rushed to an oil tanker and was shot dead by an Eagle with quick eyes. The whole Black Iron Camp silently fell back at the fastest speed. Shen Yi pulled Chen Qing Xu's horse rein, urging it to move back.

A cluster of sparks erupted into the sky.

It turned out that there was a small teenager hiding under the tank, waving a torch in his hand, lighting a hidden lead under it. He then looked up at the sky and smiled.

At the next moment, the first Ziliujin cart exploded, the young man turned into dust in the air.

From that point, a huge impact burst, several dozen feet of purple flame shot up to the sky. The surrounding air boiled instantly, invisible heat waves rolled in, the cold black armor of the Black Iron Camp soldier following behind was burnt red, and the golden boxes exploded like a chain reaction.

Trapped in an infinite nightmare, Gu Yun stepped onto the void, falling in the deep darkness. His muscles suddenly tensed, his whole body twitched violently, and he then woke up in the dark night.