"It is King Qin!"
At this moment, it was unclear who shouted first, or perhaps it was countless voices that shouted simultaneously upon seeing that tall figure, resembling a Heavenly God, majestically appear.
It is King Qin, Yu Wenye!
He was dressed in armor and wielded a Mo Blade. The blade, bright as snow, had already slain countless foes, stained with crimson. Blood slowly dripped down the blade, eventually falling to the ground, leaving crimson footprints with each step he took.
It is King Qin Yuwenye, it is him!
Upon seeing him appear, although not fully understanding what had happened, Yu Wenquan almost immediately sensed the relief from those around him.
Those soldiers who initially fought bravely while crossing the river, upon seeing Yu Wenye, were completely drained of their final bit of strength. They dejectedly removed their helmets and armor, like puppets cut from their strings, utterly defeated.
