As expected, once these words were spoken.
The Yellow Turban Army immediately descended into chaos again.
Zhang Jiao looked at Gu Xi with a bright gaze, smiling and waving his hand, he laughed heartily:
"Gu Gong, at this point, what more needs to be said?"
The brave men behind him in the Yellow Turban Army shouted in unison.
Perhaps it was because of their extreme tension that every one of them used their full strength, and their voices were deafening!
Zhang Jiao fixed his gaze firmly on Gu Xi, staring at the thousands of troops behind him.
"The azure heaven is dead, the yellow heaven shall stand!"
Zhang Jiao spoke aloud to himself, slowly raising the nine-section staff he held in front of the three armies, proclaiming: "Today, standing here, who among us has not been turned into a demon by the azure heaven?"
"Gu Gong, you are a minister of the state, and Jiaoyi respects you!"
"However, this battle today cannot be avoided."
