Blood Armor Charges the Formation, Breaking Yan Dust; Iron Gates Finally Open, Settling Wu'an

At this moment, Jing Shao saw Guan Han standing still and hurriedly stepped forward to tug at his sleeve, his tone full of urgency. "Guan Han, what time do you think it is? If you don't leave now, you really won't be able to!"

Yet Guan Han did not budge. He even took half a step back, his face carrying the calm resignation of a broken jar that no longer feared being shattered. "We can't leave. Rather than getting caught, we might as well join the Mohist Pavilion voluntarily. At least that'll make us seem somewhat sincere."

"You don't want to go back to that factory and grind away for seniority, do you?"

Jing Shao instantly exploded with rage. Pointing at Guan Han's nose, his face flushed bright red, he snapped, "I knew it!

"You spineless thing! Back then, you said you'd live and die with the Mohist School, but now? You're surrendering just like that!"

The moment his words fell, a thunderous rumble of hoofbeats suddenly rose from behind Yan's hundred-thousand-strong army, rolling in like peals of thunder.

Everyone turned around in alarm, only to see dust and smoke filling the distant sky as thirty thousand black-armored, blood-clad soldiers galloped toward them.

The thirty thousand soldiers were like dragons. Every one of them wore black heavy armor produced by the Mohist Pavilion, its steel patterns gleaming with a cold sheen beneath the sunlight.

Banners stood like a forest, and crimson standards snapped fiercely in the wind. Boundless killing intent shot straight into the heavens, seeming to stain even the air blood-red.

Crown Prince Dan of Yan shuddered all over, and the despair he had only just forced down surged back up.

But when he saw the dense ranks of his hundred-thousand-strong army stretching beyond sight beside him, he gritted