"We're about to win!"
Yang Jin observed the allied dukes methodically organizing their elite forces.
The soldiers' Qi gradually coalesced into a single entity, and the surrounding mists seemed to be drawn by this aura, surging and transforming into "Momentum Beasts" resembling Gang Qi.
This is a military array, not like those scattered troops outside that disperse upon impact.
"Kid, don't celebrate too soon."
Standing beside Liu Bei, Hua Xiong, with a grave expression, fixated on the joyous Yang Jin and said in a deep voice, "There's something I forgot to tell you, that is not Lü Bu's true form."
"What do you mean?"
Hearing this, Liu Bei was taken aback, showing a look of surprise.
Hua Xiong directed his gaze toward the deep pit, his face reverent as if a devotee facing a god, and he slowly spoke:
