The deafening boom was earth-shaking, making the entire Yueyang battlefield fall silent. Everyone instinctively turned toward the water gate where the sound had come from.
The first thing they saw was thirteen figures floating in midair, their bodies wreathed in surging externalized Qi. Though the distant figures looked small, the blazing Qi rising from them clearly showed what kind of existences they were.
In this era, even ordinary people understood what that meant. A single general capable of externalizing Qi could rival a thousand troops and was enough to defend a city without worry. But how many were they seeing now?
Thirteen in total!
Moreover, after the turbid waves receded, the scattered timber and severed limbs left behind told the story of what had just happened. These thirteen were all on the Great Han's side!
Well, the only person in the world who could produce thirteen martial generals capable of externalizing Qi at once was King of Han Liu Bei. If Jiangdong had possessed such a foundation, it would not have remained huddled in the south of the Yangtze.
Immediately, cheers once again rang across the battlefield like landslides and roaring seas.
However, the two waves of cheers, coming one after the other, represented completely opposite meanings. The Han Army's morale, already hanging by a thread, shot upward like a rocket, while the morale of the Jiangdong soldiers collapsed in an instant.
The changes on the battlefield were so fast and sudden that they were simply too thrilling!
Unfortunately, the excitement was far too much for the Jiangdong soldiers. They could not bear it at all. It was nothing short of the sky collapsing and the earth splitting apart—their lord had shattered!
That was Sun Ce, the ruler of Jiangdong. Now, let alone saving him, they might not even be