The Plot Ends

"That tall, broad-backed, thick-waisted fat man is Dong Zhuo!"

The Reincarnators shouted.

Dong Zhuo—his reward was even greater than Lu Bu's. Of course, killing Dong Zhuo would not be easy.

Taking him down would be no simple task. Dong Zhuo was now surrounded by a massive army, layered around him like an iron wall.

Generals of every kind, brimming with heroic vigor, led vast forces in an attempt to halt Chang Wei's charge.

Unlike duels between generals, with the support of a great army, these martial commanders were even stronger now, not the least bit inferior to Lu Bu.

No one would accuse them of winning unfairly.

Chang Wei, on the other hand, actually dared to charge alone into an army like an iron wall. It was practically a death wish.

Facing the army's layers of encirclement, Chang Wei showed no fear.

His gaze was steady and sharp, as though it could pierce through every obstacle.

His Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd flashed with a cold gleam under the sun, striking terror into all who saw it.

The weapon seemed like a sharp blade from hell. Its shaft was slender, its blade thin as a cicada's wing, exuding chilling killing intent. Its tip was triangular and exceptionally sharp, seemingly capable of piercing any defense. Exquisite patterns were carved along both sides of the blade, like emblems of death that sent shivers down one's spine.

Chang Wei wielded the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd with lightning-fast movements, making its trajectory impossible to follow.

Wherever its edge passed, flesh and blood flew. Neither iron armor nor human bodies could withstand the demonic blade's sharpness. Every slash was accompanied by a scream, with blood spraying everywhere in a horrifying sight.

The air around them seemed to freeze, leaving only the rising and falling sounds of War Drums