Zhang Jiao stood atop the altar, surveying the crowd, and slightly spreading his arms, he declared in a loud voice, "The Blue Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise!"
"Today, we crush the enemy and establish our Yellow Heaven!!"
Cry after cry rang out!
And the next day, Zhang Jiao suddenly launched an attack on Lu Zhi.
The entire Yellow Turban Army was like a beast, poised to strike, unstoppable.
The frenzied assault caught Lu Zhi completely off guard.
—The situation changed instantly!
On the battlefield, the sounds of battle were deafening.
The clash of swords and the wails of the wounded intertwined in a thunderous cacophony.
Lu Zhi, clad in armor, stood at the front lines, watching the gruesome scene before him, his expression exceedingly grave.
"Mad, they're all mad!" he muttered to himself, "Are they trying to drag my army to death?"
He truly could not comprehend.
