One hundred thousand Qin Cavalry are attacking!
The oppressive force of such a scene—perhaps only the soldiers guarding the Yan border camp at this moment could truly grasp its weight.
Endless oppression rolls in.
Endless murderous intent surges forth.
As if in the next moment, the entire Yan border camp will be trampled into oblivion.
"Yan is doomed."
Countless Yan soldiers glance at the Qin Cavalry charging ahead, their eyes filled with deep despair.
To them—
Facing so many cavalry, their border camp feels like nothing at all.
"Yan assassinated my king."
"Crime beyond pardon."
"Only with Yan's destruction can Qin's heavenly might be proclaimed."
"Qin's elite soldiers."
"Avenge the king; leave no Yan soldier alive."
"Today, Qin will take no prisoners."
"Kill."
Zhang Han leads the charge.
As Zhao Feng's confidant—and an Innate in Martial Arts—Zhang Han charges into the fray, utterly fearless.
"Wind, wind, wind."
"Great wind."
