Xiang Yu charged into the Qin army, leaped high into the air, and displayed his divine might. In an instant, the Qin ranks fell into disarray.
Xiang Yu himself was not entirely sure how many Qin soldiers he had killed with that blow, but it had to be at least several thousand. Against an army of over a hundred thousand Qin troops, it was hardly a significant number.
But how many men he had killed was not what Xiang Yu cared about.
What he wanted was fear.
When he turned his gaze back, every Qin soldier caught in Xiang Yu's distant sweep of the eyes felt the hair on his body stand on end.
Zhang Han trembled all over and swallowed hard.
What kind of monster was Xiang Yu!?
This was absolutely not something a human could accomplish. This was absolutely not something a human could do!
From atop his horse, Zhang Han surveyed the battlefield and discovered that under the Chu army's frenzied encroachment and Xiang Yu's thunderous displays of might, the Qin army, whose morale had originally been soaring, had already begun to panic.
Looking north, aside from Xiang Yu, who still stood in the middle of the battlefield regulating his breath, Wang Li's army would need several more minutes to arrive.
What should he do?
Fight? They were absolutely at a disadvantage. The losses Xiang Yu had inflicted could be ignored for now, but the Chu army, now like a pack of starving wolves, had already killed over ten thousand Qin soldiers, while suffering pitifully few losses themselves. Even heavily wounded Chu soldiers continued fighting without fear of death.
If not fight, then flee?
But this was the best chance to destroy Zhao. Western Chu's army was here as well. The reason Zhang Han had waited several