At the command.
Surrounded by the ice-cold black armored soldiers with iron shields, Yu Qinghan was encircled in the center, each soldier holding a sharp long spear in their other hand.
Despite the murderous atmosphere, Yu Qinghan's eyes remained calm.
The crystalline droplet pendant shimmered slightly.
A full, cyan long halberd with a frost-like tip, wrapped in chilly True Qi, appeared in mid-air, parallel to the ground.
"Bang!"
Yu Qinghan grasped the halberd in mid-air and stabbed it down, making a deafening sound.
"Boom!"
A torrent of murderous aura swept out, rippling open with her as the center.
The surrounding soldiers carrying shields were blown away, creating a fearsome wave of turbulent air that swept away everything in front of them.
Seeing such terrifying murderous aura, many soldiers' hearts trembled with fear.
Seeing their fear, Yu Shihuang couldn't help but burst into a curse: "A bunch of rice buckets, attack!"