Fifth Second

Chen Hansheng had always feared the Ten-Day Escape Ghost.

Because this was the only time he had been completely helpless, like a lamb awaiting slaughter, utterly unable to fight back.

Watching his former self die with his own eyes was a strange feeling.

But he had no time to dwell on it.

He did not even have the chance to marvel at how Fang Shenyan had escaped death in this manner.

Chen Hansheng's body was soaked through by the rain, trembling faintly in the night, yet he could only raise his head.

In the air, he vaguely saw several dark figures waiting in another dimension for them to gather.

"Wei Hu, Wen Linghua, Yi Hui, Tan Song..."

Those names that had vanished into the years suddenly crowded into Chen Hansheng's mind, disrupting his thoughts.

He fiercely shook his head, and raindrops from his hair lashed against his face.

An irresistible force, crushing down like a rule, came at him from every direction.

Chen Hansheng pulled out the already warped Zhao Zilong shadow puppet, then put it away again, as though he had hesitated for an instant.

Immediately afterward, he clenched his teeth and flung out two Black Armored Generals.

Two Cao Army Generals appeared, and in the hazy rain, black shadows over two meters tall emerged to his left and right.

However, the instant they appeared, they immediately contracted toward Chen Hansheng, until they completely merged into his body.

When one looked again, Chen Hansheng's appearance had changed drastically.

Two entirely different kinds of armor appeared before and behind him, while two long spears appeared in his hands.

He looked imposing and valiant, killing intent filling the air.

In that instant, Chen Hansheng seemed to have become a general who had crossed over from an ancient battlefield, standing tall amid