Not only the King of Donghu!
All the Donghu troops at his side and behind him stared ahead, their eyes blood-red, filled with hatred.
However.
Beneath that hatred,
a deep, inexpressible fear rose in their hearts, a terror that made their bodies tremble from head to toe.
Because, before their eyes,
stood an awe-inspiring Jing Guan, towering high and spreading wide.
No matter who lays eyes upon this mound forged of countless human heads, their heart and spirit would be thrown into chaos.
This sight was simply too horrifying.
Especially for these Donghu soldiers, the dread was even greater.
"People of Qin."
"How dare you do such a thing?"
"This grudge, this hatred—new and old debts combined."
"I, your king, will never let this go." The King of Donghu gnashed his teeth, seething with vengeance.
Then—
The King of Donghu shouted loudly: "Tear it down, tear it down for your king!"
"They were all the warriors of our tribe, all fine sons of our kin."
