"Want to attempt a surprise attack? I, Han Xin, will be your first obstacle!"
On the banks of the River of Blood, Han Xin, who had been standing vigil for quite some time, stood straight and tall. He was dressed in armor, clutching his battle sword in both hands. His majesty was towering and magnificent, like a divine mountain capable of weathering any onslaught and suppressing everything in its wake.
He looked up towards the north, his eyes on the three rapidly approaching terrifying forces, a cold smirk spreading across his face.
No one, absolutely no one can cross the River of Blood and enter the territory of the Myriad Demon Saint's Court. Even those from the three great sacred lands are no exception.
Behind him, three million elite soldiers stood silently. Their breath concealed, they were as still as clay statues.
Still as virgins, swift as rabbits!
