Right behind them came the second echelon: the Long-range Soul Guidance Cannon Unit, commanded by Ju Zi.
There were no galloping warhorses, only rows of expertly modified Soul Cannon carriages.
Each carriage was drawn by four sturdy horses and mounted with two gleaming black heavy Soul Cannons. Their cold muzzles pointed straight at the sky, radiating a chilling aura of slaughter.
Three hundred carriages formed six columns and rolled slowly past the reviewing stand.
Their wheels ground over the bluestone pavement with a heavy rumble, making the ground tremble faintly.
The faces of the Original Three Kingdoms' guests in the stands grew grimmer by the moment.
One of them recognized the markings carved into the cannons, and his heart sank.
Level 7!
Every single one was an assault-type Soul Tool of Level 7 or higher!
And there weren't merely a handful of them. There were three hundred carriages in all, carrying six hundred Level 7 Soul Cannons—elite equipment, standardized and deployed across the board!
What a terrifying foundation. What formidable national strength. How horrifying!
The crowd was shaken, and hardly dared to imagine the ambition and power concealed behind it all.
Ju Zi wore a crisp military uniform, her orange-red hair streaming in the wind. Holding a command flag, she rode at the head of the formation.
Her expression was cold, her gaze sharp as a blade. She looked straight ahead and led the troops forward, radiating a powerful presence.
The cannon carriages reached the right side of the square and halted in neat ranks. Countless muzzles pointed skyward, a solid black mass that instantly shrouded the entire square in a murderous atmosphere.
They were so neat and orderly that it seemed every person was a precision component, fitted perfectly into place.
The third echelon was Xiao Dingtian's Imperial Guards