Halberd Slices Giant Waves, Zhao Cheng Rolls Up a Hundred-Foot Dragon!

A fire arrow shot straight into the sky above the north bank of the Zhang River, flashing once before vanishing.

Seeing this, Gongshu Nuo waved his hand.

The massive mechanical sluice gate at the river channel ahead began to rise slowly, and the once calm and gentle river instantly transformed into a violent, roaring beast, surging madly downstream.

Following the torrent, dozens of Mohist disciples climbed onto their Ink Fish, strapping the mechanical seats firmly to their bodies.

They took a deep breath and steered the Ink Fish into the water.

Riding the wake of the flood, they sped downstream with incredible velocity!

On the other side, Zhao Cheng had already led the Blood-Clad Army to force a river crossing.

Although he sensed the danger, avoiding its edge was impossible.

One simply meets soldiers with soldiers and water with earth.

The Zhang River was over a hundred zhang wide here, and the Blood-Clad Army formed a long line, marching across until they reached the middle of the river.

Once the entire Blood-Clad Army had stepped onto the pontoon bridge, the previously calm river surface began to churn, and the generals were startled, sensing that something was wrong.

"Why has the water level risen so suddenly?"

"The current is becoming turbulent!"

"The pontoon bridge is shaking!"

"Look over there, it seems there's a flood coming from upstream!"

"Hiss... that is..."

The entire Blood-Clad Army looked toward the upper reaches, and upon seeing the sight, their expressions changed drastically.

Above the river channel, layers of water surged forward, vast and mighty, like a collapsing mountain or a raging beast, roaring as it approached.

The height of the wave had already reached several zhang.

Such momentum was like a dragon entering the sea, stirring up the wind and clouds!

If it reached them,