The Han Dynasty Rides on the Demon

The blood-stained yellow sand in Hexi, when Huo Qubing broke through the Huns' formation with a long spear, a stream of light suddenly appeared above the golden sword. The twenty-year-old cavalry general first glimpsed the aura of heaven and earth in the soul-eating black mist activated by the enemy's shaman ritual. Just when the black mist was about to engulf the Han army, the Qingfeng Sword pierced the sky, and Wei Zifu in plain white clothes came with the scent of medicine. The moment the bronze mirror reflected the true form of the shaman, it also illuminated the mark of the sleeping God of War in Huo Qubing's destiny. Deep in the Qilian Mountains, the altar where Yi Zhixie Chanyu sacrificed millions of souls shook violently. General Wei Qing pressed the tiger talisman on the young general's shoulder: "The stream of light you see is the afterimage of the heavenly soldiers who were in charge in the previous life." The tortoise shell cracked star map Zhang Qian brought back from the Western Regions pointed to the seal that had been sleeping for thousands of years. Huo Qubing held the steaming golden light of the spear, and the blood-stained faces of the soldiers passed before his eyes. This time, he wanted to use the human flames to rekindle the destiny of the God of War to kill demons.