Lin Qian's eyes were icy cold as he watched the Marquis, his Thunder Night Sword showing no mercy as it cleaved down, "The Qin Dynasty will eventually be but a stepping stone for the Huaxia Empire, allowing it to ascend the stage of this world."
As the sword fell, thunder followed; like divine retribution, it instantly blasted the Marquis into oblivion, erasing his existence from this world.
Simultaneously, the morale of the Qin Dynasty's soldiers began to plummet as they faced the Imperial Army, their mental state gradually collapsing amidst the struggle and the slaughter.
No matter how desperately brave they fought, they could not withstand the onslaught of the Imperial Army; even if their attacks penetrated the protective Soul Power of their enemies, the Primordial Weapons in their hands would strike the heavy armor of their adversaries, sparking and leaving behind nothing more than a white mark.
The disparity in strength, equipment, Arrays, and coordination.
