The hour before dawn.
The sky at the horizon lightens with the color of fish belly white.
The Southern King's army charges forward with force.
The Da Qian Army retreats repeatedly, falling back to the gates of Qingdu City.
Retreating... to a point of no return!
Behind them is the capital of Da Qian!
In the distance.
The Southern King Army extends the battle line, like a flesh and blood Great Wall.
Three hundred thousand soldiers, united as one, their military strength converges into a raging fiery flame, burning the night away.
Even though they are invisible to the naked eye, the Great Commander and others can feel the Southern King Army's momentum at this moment from those dense human heads and the deafening sounds of battle, completely suppressing the Da Qian Army.
The situation has formed, unstoppable!
"I am the one destined by Heaven, surrender and you shall not be killed!"
The Southern King stands before the army, his royal demeanor, fully displayed.
