Wang Jian's gaze swept across the void ahead, where millions of Daqin Elite Soldiers stood, their might boundless, and their killing intent as if tangible, showcasing the great majesty of Qin.
Seeing this scene, Wang Jian smiled contentedly, with an indescribable pride.
This is the Qin Army of today.
Immediately, Wang Jian decisively drew the sword from his waist; the divine weapon unsheathed, flashing a cold light, exuding an endless aura of slaughter.
"Where are the Senior Generals?" Wang Jian shouted with authority, his voice like a thunderous bell, echoing as if it would break through the void of Three Immortals Island and resound across the heavens and earth.
"At your command!"
Responding to him were seven powerful voices.
The seven Senior Generals replied in unison, their voices intertwining, shaking the surrounding air with their overwhelming presence, like seven towering mountains, showcasing their martial arts strength, carrying an indescribable oppression.
