The wind and clouds split at the top of Mount Tai, and the death knell of Chongzhen's suicide resounded throughout time and space.
The five emperors stood side by side on the Zen altar: Ying Zheng caressed the Nine States with his sword, Liu Bang laughed and cursed, Li Shimin caressed the golden bow, Zhao Kuangyin held the jade ax tightly, and Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were about to burst.
"The Ming Dynasty is dead?" Zhu Yuanzhang roared, shattering the floating clouds, "Then let all nations be buried with him!"
The giant bronze cauldron lit up five-color fire, and the blood oath was condensed into the "Covenant of Fengchan".
"My cavalry will crush the cherry blossoms of Japan!" Zhu Di pointed at the East China Sea.
Bai Qi walked out of the queue with a sinister smile, and the cold light of Qin Jian illuminated the pines on the mountainside: "I... Only need one hundred thousand heads to pave the way!"
Under the bloody dawn, five giant dragons devour the world.
The West was horrified to discover that the war from the East took no prisoners, only the bones that built the Jingguan.
