Bang.
Bang bang bang.
There were no roars or pointless commotions.
Only the continuous sound of heavy objects landing on the thick roof of the carriage.
Uesugi Tetsu looked up and met the gazes of the Yellow Turban Warriors, each of them as imposing as a small mountain of muscle. They wore heavy black armor, with bright yellow cloth bands around their foreheads that had nearly been dyed crimson.
Amid the howling wind, the ends of the bright yellow cloth bands fluttered fiercely.
The Yellow Turban Warriors' faces were as sharply defined as stone carvings. Their expressions were solemn, without joy or sorrow. Only their pairs of black-and-white eyes revealed a deep indifference and murderous aura.
Some of the warriors wielded heavy black-iron clubs over three meters long, while others had chains wrapped around their waists, the links covered in dark golden Daoist incantations... Without exception, every warrior had distinct features and a unique skill.
A total of twelve imposing Yellow Turban Warriors stood atop the carriage. The dense baleful aura radiating from their bodies alone could almost burn the Supernatural Phenomena crawling out of the windows to ash.
Uesugi Tetsu looked toward the tops of their heads, a hint of delight appearing on his face.
[Yellow Turban Warrior Projection (Three-Star)]
Twelve identical prompts appeared, bringing an intense sense of reassurance.
Uesugi Tetsu gently exhaled and said to them, "Flip over or smash apart the train beneath your feet. In short, don't let it continue moving."
The next moment, led by the Yellow Turban Warrior holding the black-iron club, all twelve warriors silently dropped to one knee before Uesugi Tetsu and spoke in unison, with the same tone and cadence:
"Your will shall be obeyed."
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
At once, six Yellow Turban Warriors transformed into golden light