The gates of Luo State's Ancestral Temple were tightly shut.
This was the grandest palace complex in Luo State; even the Royal Palace fell far short of it in scale.
By this point in the fighting, tens of thousands had dwindled to a few thousand, and only a thousand Dare-to-Fight Warriors remained.
Even with everything approaching its end, Luo Ze still knelt with his back straight.
All the Luo people knelt upright with their heads bowed. The scene was exceptionally solemn.
This place had been designed specifically for sacrifices, and its ingenious construction carried anyone's voice throughout the grounds.
Luo Ze sighed. "From the moment the Royal House fell, the Zhou State lost its mandate of heaven.
"We do all that men can do, then heed heaven's decree.
"And so, even at this point, we are still wielding our blades. Surely our ancestors would be proud of us.
"Now only the final battle remains, to proclaim Luo State's last words to the world.
"Then Luo State will cease to exist."
These words, threaded with sorrow, had barely fallen.
Right before Luo Ze,
the hardened men who had swept invincibly across battlefields actually began to weep softly.
Boom, boom, boom!
The war drums sounded.
Clop, clop, clop!
The crisp beat of hooves shattered the mournful atmosphere.
Boom!
The Qin people began their advance on the Ancestral Temple.
Countless men formed a vast, dark mass before the Ancestral Temple, one battalion joining another in an unbroken expanse.
Countless large shields stood at the front, with long spears jutting through the gaps between them.
For the Qin people, too, this was the final battle. All their elite troops had been mustered here.
Armor and weapons gleamed coldly, and the heavy stench of blood made hearts tremble involuntarily.
Qin State's military might truly surpassed