Liubai Camp: Remnants of the army attack northward

As the blade pierced his chest, his brother's shield was still raised. His father glanced back at him. Not with sadness. With curses. Then the wall collapsed. Shen Bai was pushed backward. The reeds were tall, the water waist-deep. He looked back, but could no longer see them. Later he learned: that was called covering the retreat. Neither his father nor his brother returned. He survived. An arrow pierced his chest, a ball of light clutched in his hand. A pale silver light burned from his bones, blackening his hand, burning through the enemy's neck. The iron shield said: "Your father used it his whole life, and in the end, he became charred remains." Zhou Lie said: "Every time you use it, it eats a little of you." Zhou Lie also died. He took the blade for him. Shen Bai carried Zhou Lie's body, walking forward. He didn't know what he would become. He didn't know how many more times he could use it. But he chose this path. He wasn't living. He was paying the price.