In the space shrouded with white fog, the air was pungent with the smell of blood, yet the outcome of the battle here was completely opposite to what Jiang Li had seen before.
Moreover, there was no wind or rain, only the persistent fog that never dispersed.
Soldiers wearing Yellow Turbans and bodies as massive as giants lay on the ground, their blood flowing out in copious amounts, nourishing the land.
The Heavenly Soldiers clad in silver armor were checking the bodies, swiftly delivering a coup de grâce to any survivors. Judging by their Qi Mechanisms, their Grade should be no less than that of the Yellow Turban Warriors, all at least of the Eighth Rank, clearly the officers among the hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers, and in fact, they should be called Heavenly Generals.
The beloved big brother Jiang Li had been missing was now standing with hands behind his back amidst a group of Heavenly Generals, his gaze distant and his demeanor that of a superior being.
