Qin Ye froze in place for three full seconds, before finally taking a deep breath. This was normal… In fact, it was only to be expected. After all, these were men who had been alive a long time ago, and it was unrealistic to expect them to remain loyal despite the effluxion of time.

That said… he hadn’t expected there to be so many disloyal feudal officials, much less that they would actually join hands to speak with a louder voice!

No wonder Liu Yu dared to speak with me as though he were an equal back then. I’d never expected the situation to have already devolved to such an extent…

Unfortunately, he didn’t have the time to consider these things any longer. The nethergale billowed powerfully, causing the seven banners representing each of the allied powers to flutter wildly in the wind. Each of these banners were embroidered with the same majestic soaring dragon on them. And as soon as the ranks of Yin soldiers appeared, the Yin cloud behind them… breached its dike.

Boom, boom, boom!!! The roiling clouds of Yin energy and movement of Yin soldiers appeared no different from tumultuous waves crashing against the shore, scattering rocks and debris everywhere. Countless Yin soldiers leapt right out of the darkness, shrouded with Yin energy like gods of death returning valiantly from the land of the dead. Moreover, all of them were dressed in dark armor, similar to the attire worn by Song Dynasty cavalrymen. They wore fine armor and carried a polearm. A short sword was attached to their waist, while a longbow...