Under the combined power of the three forces, Han Xin's army fell at an unbelievable speed.
In less than half an hour, hundreds of thousands of soldiers were slaughtered.
This was the terrifying part of a world with high combat power. If it was an era of cold weapons, hundreds of thousands of people would have to fight for days.
However, in a world with high combat power, it only took half an hour.
After the last soldier under Han Xin's command was killed, Han Xin's soul was no longer attached to him. It appeared out of thin air.
At this moment, Han Xin knew that he had reached the end of the road.
However, Han Xin was very calm at this moment. After all, he was just a projection.
Therefore, he was in the mood to size up Wu Wei. "Brat, I will remember you. I hope that we can truly meet in the future…"
"Long-winded!"
Wu Wei raised his hand and a bolt of lightning struck Han Xin.
