「One Hour ago.」
At the gates of the towering city walls of the Imperial Capital City.
Squads of Great Yan Armored Warriors, imposing and grim, rode into the city. Clad entirely in black armor and carrying sabers, their faces were hidden behind ferocious iron masks. The warriors' armor was severely battle-damaged, their Scale Armor spattered with blood—whether it was their own or the enemy's, it was impossible to say.
This scene naturally drew a large crowd of commoners and passersby.
"It's only been seven days. Has the Holy Emperor returned?"
"With Dragon-Scale Horses, covering a thousand li is no problem. They should have arrived in two or three days. Has the war ended already?"
"Those small Eastern Barbarian nations are fragile. How could they possibly withstand the celestial might of Great Yan?"
However, from the center of the army, a swift horse shot through, fast as thunder, galloping towards the Imperial Palace. As it rode, the rider shouted: