Great Zhou.
Within the imperial court, civil and military officials all had calm expressions. They looked toward the center, where dark blood-colored patterns were outlined on the ground, from which dense black fog emerged.
Within the black fog, armies were engaged in fierce battles, and powerful experts were clashing. Even the black fog could not entirely block that terrifying fluctuation.
Above the imperial throne sat a middle-aged man in a black imperial robe. His originally majestic face was now tinged with a sinister aura, making him appear quite strange.
"Zhou Pass is considered broken," Emperor Zhou's voice was low and cold, causing the temperature in the great hall to drop. "I underestimated the power of Great Qin. Even with several Great Demons stationed at Zhou Pass, we still could not contend with them. Haha. They say Great Qin has been in decline for the past hundred years. Now it seems that even a starved camel is bigger than a horse."
