"What... what's going on?" Wu Zhong muttered to himself, his heartbeat suddenly quickening.
Before his words fell silent, a piercing sound of metal friction emanated from the reeds, and five thousand black-armored warriors emerged like apparitions, uniformly raising their weapons. Spears stood like a forest, giant axes reflected the moon, and the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Saber glimmered with an eerie red under the firelight, resembling an army of demonic ghosts crawling out of Hell.
"Wu Zhong! Long time no see!" With a hearty laugh, a silver-armored youth stepped over the waves, his Heaven-piercing Halberd raising a skyful of water spray.
