Outside the Eastern Capital, the grand army gathered, the crimson-patterned Qilin Big Banner fluttering, encircling this capital city of the Ying Country completely. The strongest warriors in the world were almost all here, might overwhelming, and the fall of the Ying's capital was inevitable.
Yet there was no forceful advance, instead, they retreated five hundred paces.
Between the capital city of the Ying Country and the army, a simple platform was erected in the middle of those five hundred paces. The big banner was planted by the side, like a large umbrella, as if clouds were rolling down. Emperor Qin rode up on a divine steed, sitting calmly on one side of the platform.
Emperor Ying, Jiang Gao, sat opposite, sitting before the capital of the Daying Kingdom.
