At the beginning of the You Hour, the sun sank behind the western hills.
Beneath a patch of sky, a snow-white waterfall hung high.
More than twenty-seven thousand Embroidered Uniform Guards stood utterly silent, their bodies brought to peak condition, their limbs light and their spirits full. Almost as one, they opened their eyes and gazed at the boundless black tide, yet their hearts were exceptionally calm.
"My lord, we fight to the death!"
Someone roared, and then cries like roaring mountains and surging seas resounded through heaven and earth.
Across from them, the vast ranks of the Capital Camp Elite Troops stood poised to strike, their formations still tightly ordered. The beating of drums rose from the Nine Gates Commander's camp.
The drumbeats joined together, shaking heaven and earth like sudden thunderclaps.
Horns sounded without cease, as though playing a triumphant anthem.
War chariots stood in rows, coldly overlooking the approaching enemy. Within three li of Desheng Gate, their momentum soared like a rainbow. The Capital Camp soldiers looked back to see a figure in golden armor personally beating the drum atop the towering gatehouse!
Nearly three hundred thousand elite soldiers roared with all their might. That world-shocking pressure almost tore heaven and earth apart, enough to crush everything through sheer momentum alone!
Jia Huan stepped through the air and shattered the white waterfall with a punch.
In an instant, heaven and earth changed color, and lightning flashed.
Rumble-
The air darkened. Bolts of lightning slashed across it, thunder shaking the wilderness in a spectacle rarely seen in this world.
The Embroidered Uniform Guards gripped their reins tightly with one hand and held their blades in the other, their expressions feverishly excited.
Beating drums to bolster morale?
Lord Jia summoned thunder to swell their might!
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