"Farewell."
The void rippled, and the White Tiger from five hundred years ago growled softly.
General Xue's sleeves fluttered.
He crossed the dim, yellow years of five centuries and stepped onto the battlefield once more.
On the battlefield, the contemporary White Tiger roared, unleashing a move that overwhelmed Li Zhaowen and Yue Qianfeng. Yuwen Lie looked up at the city above, at the fierce aura, indifferent, he urged the Dragon Horse to charge toward there.
General Xue held the Divine Weapon, the corners of his mouth slightly curled.
That frivolous aura dissipated, leaving only the majestic solemnity of the Military God General.
The world remains the same.
In the turbulent times, only during the darkest night does the fiery blaze rise. The road ahead will be torn open by us, the old generation, for you, as we bear this gate, so you may enter a future of light.
After Ji Zichang, Ji Yanzhong, Qu Hanxiu, Murong Longtu.
General Xue.
