Time flies.
Three years passed quickly.
During these three years, the interiors of all realms remained calm, but the sky beyond the Great Wall was filled with a chilling killing aura.
At this perilous moment, Wang Jian, who served as Minister of War, left the Imperial Capital and came to the Great Wall, patrolling day and night, vigilant against any enemy that might arrive at any moment.
Generals such as Zhao Yun, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei, who fought on the outskirts of chaos, also led their legions to station on the Great Wall.
Boom!
On this day, Wang Jian patrolled as usual.
Suddenly, he heard a piercing sound of something cutting through the air, coming from the distant stars, like a sword striking the sky.
"They're here!"
Wang Jian's spirit was roused. He stopped in his tracks and looked up.
At the end of his vision, a team of a hundred men was rushing towards them. They were armored, had scales on their faces, blue eyes, and horns on their heads that gleamed blue.
