Dark clouds loomed, and drums and horns shook the heavens.
The imperial camp held the rear, with Martial Arts Titans packed tightly on every side. Armored soldiers atop the watchtowers gazed toward the bloody battlefield.
"Your Majesty the Khan, it's a one-sided slaughter!!" The Jurchen Great Khan Wanyan Jilie's face twisted, his heart burning with urgency.
The assembled dignitaries looked haggard as they stared helplessly at the empire's ruler. His golden armor still dazzled, but His Majesty's expression was terrifyingly dark, like a lion on the brink of collapse.
"Fight to the death!" the Northern Mang emperor roared, his eyes stretched nearly to splitting as he jabbed a finger:
"They're all flesh and blood! Can't those damned Han Slaves die?"
As he spoke, he overturned the long table and screamed himself hoarse:
"The demon's trump card is ten times stronger!!"
Terror gripped everyone's hearts. The entire empire had misjudged the power of "Embroidered Spring Sabers Flying in Unison."
Through intelligence from every quarter, the empire knew every detail of how the demon had purged the sovereign's entourage, especially "Embroidered Spring Sabers Flying in Unison."
One wave could sweep away four thousand men.
The third wave was the strongest, its power reaching its peak.
Afterward, its strength gradually diminished. It could sustain five waves at most, though a few Embroidered Uniform Guards could push to an eighth.
By the time they reached the Black Tortoise Gate, those Embroidered Uniform Guards had been utterly exhausted, unable to unleash that devastating weapon again.
The empire's response had been simple.
Human-wave tactics!
With 1.2 million fighting men at their disposal, they could pile up lives until they exhausted those Embroidered Uniform Guards and completely neutralized their trump card!
Yet the most terrifying, horrifying outcome had unfolded.
The very first wave of Embroidered Spring Sabers