The Alliance of Lords finally camped south of the Wei River.
Under Han Zhan's direction, they set up camp here, lighting fires and cooking meals.
The location for the final battle was set to be north of the Wei River at Mu Ye.
Mu Ye is a vast plain, and looking far across the river, Emperor Xin's Chao Ge army was densely packed with people, ready for battle.
It was as if a black tide filled the area, heavily armed and prepared.
"Emperor Xin indeed has other tricks up his sleeve."
"The entire Shang Dynasty doesn't have that many people, yet he conjured this many out of thin air."
"He probably intends to use a human wave tactic to complete the exchange of pieces."
Jiang Ziya, while saying this, instinctively looked at Xiqi's "army" crossing the river, thinking better of speaking.
He could only offer silence in memory for Emperor Xin.
The Jhin is indeed incredibly powerful.
However, this time, his opponent is truly a child of destiny.
"Achoo!"
Emperor Xin sneezed.
