Boss Liang's sudden resilience forcibly altered the rhythm of this decisive battle, walking alone in the army formation, undisturbed by the torrent around him, carrying an unusual determination.
Jie Bing continued to play the flute, in the depths of his eyes, filled with the silhouette of Boss Liang.
These two men, at this moment, matched each other perfectly.
Xu Fu sat in the central army, standing on the war chariot. When he saw Boss Liang advancing towards him, his gaze sharpened, and he waved the horsetail whisk, signaling the Qin soldiers around to retreat appropriately.
The operation of the army formation was very precise, refined to the extreme, and now Boss Liang's move, although he was trapped, was like a stone thrown into the gear, also affecting the operation of the army formation.
Now was not the time to spend time gnawing at the stone; it was time to crush the most numerous batch of audience.
