Halberd Drives Dragon Tide to Crash the Formation Platform, Red Water Fills the Sky Urging Hastening Arrival

"Kill!!"

"Slaughter the Blood-Clad Army!"

"Destroy Qin, end Qin—starting today!"

Outside the formation, within the dense woods on either side of Ten-Mile Slope.

As the glow of the Primordial Banner in Yang Ren's hand suddenly drew in, the eighty thousand Qi-Wei allied troops, formerly concealed by the magical treasure, instantly revealed themselves.

The clang of armor scraping together and the keen ring of weapons leaving their sheaths swept out on the wind. Dense ranks of soldiers surged from the forest like a rising tide.

Spears stood like a forest, blades gleamed beneath the sun, and they fiercely closed in on the Blood-Clad Army in the middle of the narrow path. Their battle cries shook even the loose stones in the valley until they trembled and rattled.

At this point, only a little over ten thousand Blood-Clad Army soldiers remained outside the formation, and even their supreme commander, Zhao Cheng, was trapped within it. Yet this army of iron showed not the slightest hint of panic.

In the brief pause, Zhang Han—seven parts more burly than before—suddenly stepped forward. Gripping the blood-colored banner in his right hand, he swept it out and shouted in a low voice, "Form the Blade Formation!"

The military order was iron. Over ten thousand Blood-Clad Army soldiers moved at once.

The soldiers in the front ranks gripped their longswords, their tips angled toward the ground. Those behind drew short blades and held them close to their waists, forming a dense charging formation. Without the slightest hesitation, they charged straight at the Qi Army on their left.

When this force shrouded from head to toe in baleful qi charged forth to break the formation, the scene was like red-hot lava crashing into snow.

The Blood-Clad Army moved so swiftly they nearly left afterimages behind. Their longswords tore