Qin, border of the Land of Yan!
At first glance.
A Jing Guan occupying a vast area, a mountain formed of stacked human heads, appeared on this grassland.
This place was only a few li from Qin's Xiangping.
Several months have passed.
The stench here had gradually vanished, covered by white snow, making it all the more terrifying.
"At last, we've returned."
Gazing at the Jing Guan ahead, towering like a mountain, Zhao Feng's face broke into a faint smile.
Then.
Holding aloft his Tyrant Spear, he shouted in a commanding voice: "Brothers, I'm taking you home."
This word "home".
Made the several thousand elite soldiers behind Zhao Feng deeply moved.
"Home again."
"We're finally home."
"Heaven has protected us."
...
All the elite soldiers who survived to return cried out with excitement.
Looking at these warriors.
Every one was bloodstained from head to toe, appearing extremely battered on the outside.
