When Xiang An swung down his great spear, the result was beyond doubt.
A massive crater appeared where he had struck, and Zhang Han, hit directly by Xiang An's great spear, had been reduced to a corpse no longer recognizable as human.
Xiang An still held the pose of his swing. The helmet he had worn had long since been swept away by the fierce gusts, leaving his jet-black hair loose over his broad back, mingled with the dirt blasted into the air.
Strands of hair covered Xiang An's forehead, concealing his expression. But no one dared to look at his expression now anyway.
The Qin soldiers were afraid.
"G-General!!!" Only after several seconds of silence did a wail of grief and disbelief ring out.
Jin Qixiu pushed his way out from among the Qin soldiers. His anguished cry completely snapped the stunned soldiers awake, and in an instant, they began to flee.
First Xiang Yu, then Xiang An—the two brothers had displayed power utterly beyond reason. These ordinary Qin soldiers, Qin soldiers drawn from death-row convicts, were truly terrified.
The Qin soldiers under Zhang Han hastily began to withdraw, while Wang Li's troops still retained their will to fight and continued advancing. For a time, the Great Qin army descended into complete chaos.
Jin Qixiu stared helplessly beneath Xiang An's spear at the half of Zhang Han's body that was buried in the soil, still relatively intact. He could vaguely see those lifeless eyes, still looking at Jin Qixiu.
Xiang An slowly straightened. There was no savage or ferocious expression on his face, yet those eyes alone—that gaze alone—made Jin Qixiu panic uncontrollably.
What... was that feeling?
No, what... was that thing?
What exactly was glaring at me?
Then, Xiang An moved.
Jin Qixiu instinctively thought Xiang An was