Khuree.

The battle for sovereignty had been raging for over three hours, and it was finally coming close to an end.

Hundreds of thousands of cavalry bearing the light of the Reverse Cross Military Formation were still forging forward against their opponents in preparation of driving the final nail into their coffin. The skies were filled with thousands of radiant bursts of light. Even then, the Cossacks cavalrymen continued to charge forward like endless waves, beating away at the remnant forces of the Mongol Underworld until the last of them were huddled into tiny groups like islands stranded out at sea.

On the ground, the six majestic creatures symbolizing the leaders of the Mongol Underworld had already been hunted down like hapless prey, only to be trampled underfoot by the tide of Russian cavalry and reduced to wisps of Yin energy that quickly dissipated into the skies. The final remnants of the once glorious Yuan Dynasty was soon about to be swept away from the surface of the Three Realms.

The Mongol Underworld was already at the verge of destruction, and yet, the Mongol cavalrymen that were huddled closely together didn’t even say a single word in complaint. Instead, they simply raised the long scimitars in their hands that represented the valiance of their once-domineering army. It was almost as though they were all mustering the final hurrah despite the tattered banners of their ill-fated underworld.

Qin Ye watched on silently. It was the fall of the curtains soon. Those who were on the verge of annihilation were almost warning him that if he didn’t remain vigilant and work diligently...