Before Dong Gong Ruoshu could respond, her gaze suddenly widened, staring straight behind Chen Yi,
"What is that..."
Tiger!
The fierce wind rose abruptly, mixed with the thunderous cries and shouts of the corpse soldiers, approaching from the sky, growing louder and more ferocious. Chen Yi spun around, only to see the sand and dust in the valley swirling wildly.
What is that?
The tide of corpses layered upon layers, spreading like a curtain across the moonlit valley, with arms filling the sky. The tattered, dark "Qin" banner flapped violently in the wind, emanating a sense of killing that seemed to plant a backbone into the already resilient skin, transforming ordinary thousands of troops into a true sweeping storm of fierce waves across the wilds!
