In the central military camp, the atmosphere was deathly silent. No one spoke a word. Chang Wansheng sat back in his chariot, brewing a pot of tea. He calmly awaited the war reports from the front line. Just then, ripples disturbed the surface of his tea.
Immediately after, the ground began to tremble slightly.
From the distant horizon, the deafening sound of hooves reached their ears, along with the howling of celestial wolves.
"Enemy attack?"
Chang Wansheng's pupils contracted. Spiritual Energy erupted from his body, destroying the chariot. He flew a thousand zhang into the sky, his eyes glinting sharply as he scanned his surroundings.
At the edge of his vision, Xiang Yu led the Overlord Iron Cavalry, charging through a raging snowstorm.
"Defend!" Chang Wansheng commanded.
