Yang Fei's mouth twitched, seemingly wanting to cry and yet wanting to laugh.
He couldn't quite figure out whether he was dreaming or had truly traveled through time.
In the next second, the scene suddenly changed, transforming into a fierce battlefield.
Inside and outside the Imperial City, clusters of powerful individuals descended from beyond the Nine Heavens.
Human soldiers roared furiously, releasing a volley of arrows, while iron cavalry wielded long spears, charging like the wind through the streets and alleys.
Yet, more soldiers fell like straw into pools of blood.
The sky hung low, seemingly stained red with blood.
The invincible warriors of Great Qin charged towards the gods descending upon them.
Their faces displayed a resolute and determined look, with the tragic scenes of mutual destruction between the Human Race and the God Clan occurring in every corner.
