Above the heavens, dharma forms clash, within the battlefield, Divine Generals fight to the death!
But Jiang Su, deprived of his weapon momentum and national strength, clearly felt his weakening with each clash and struggle.
Jiang Su's breath was rapid; he abandoned everything else, knowing that the end ahead was to die in battle, and yet, what of it? The scent of blood wafted through the air, the sounds of sword clashing, cries rang out.
Forward, wield the weapon.
Continue thus.
His gaze was unwavering, and in his reverie, figures of old acquaintances seemed to walk toward him then leave, with victory alone being eternal. Suddenly, he seemed to see a young man wearing a golden face mask.
Then this young man dispersed, Emperor Qin appeared, Jiang Su shouted in fury, abandoning the calm demeanor he usually held, possessed with the fiery will of a war general, and thrust the Silent Annihilation spear toward Emperor Qin.
