By the time he reacted, he was already sprinting across the earth.
The battle boots were shattered in the tearing Jin Qi, his bare feet stepping on the ground.
His blood surged, just like when he was a young, impoverished cattle herder, stepping on the soft earth, roaring, his blood racing. He looked at the banners, finally charging straight under the three great banners of [Qin], [Ying], and [Chen].
With all his might, even in a battle like charging to his death, he wanted to injure the opponent, even if it meant a desperate fight, even if it meant shattering his Dharma Form, burning his Qi Fortune, he wanted to drag them together into the Abyss Purgatory.
The Dharma Form of the Great Khan merged with Qi Fortune, and in heaven and earth, stormy clouds rose.
