Explosive golden psychic lightning flashed in Li Qinwu's eyes. Holding a Psychic Blast in each hand, he charged forward.
Directly ahead of him stood a standard Roman heavy infantry legion, composed of 5,000 Roman infantrymen.
The commander of this heavy infantry legion was none other than Crassus.
Crassus and the officers around him sat on horseback, looking down over the battlefield below.
The Rebel Army was about to be wiped out, and Crassus was immensely proud. An officer beside him flattered him:
"General, after this battle, the Republic will never forget your contributions. Only the position of Archon could reflect the greatness of your achievements!"
A smile spread across Crassus's face. Indeed, once he returned with the glory of having crushed the rebellion, he felt he would have a chance to claim the highest office in the Roman Republic: Archon!
Then he would control one of the most powerful nations of this era and marshal its strength to realize his ambitions!
But while he was lost in his fantasies, chaos suddenly broke out at the front of his formation. A clamor rose from the reserves, accompanied by strange explosions!
Crassus glanced over, then froze!
A towering giant had suddenly appeared in front of the reserves he had prepared to encircle the rebels from the flank!
The giant seemed like lightning incarnate. With a casual sweep, he hurled two bolts of explosive golden lightning into the front ranks, instantly knocking down more than a hundred soldiers!
Li Qinwu charged straight to the front of the Roman legion and began slaughtering in every direction!
Every muscle in his body tensed as he mobilized all his psychic power. His first strike unleashed the strongest Psychic Blast he could muster!
The Psychic Blast spread out in a fan and smashed into the Roman heavy