"Op...opening a joke...just from that overwhelming force..."
Yang Jin gritted his teeth, struggling to raise his head. The more he fought against this mountain-flood-like pressure, the thicker the surrounding air became, like paste, forcing him to expend all his energy with each breath.
Not only him, but there were only a few present who could ignore Lü Bu's immense presence.
That sky-covering force felt like dark clouds weighing down, causing a million troops to tremble beneath it. Ordinary soldiers couldn't move an inch, lacking even the qualification to step forward and drain 'Lü Bu' of any stamina.
In this situation, Yang Jin felt a wave of powerlessness.
This is the horrifying aspect of the "Mythical Version" of the Three Kingdoms; when a person is strong enough to be extraordinary to saintly, they can truly fight against thousands with sheer power.
Apart from those ethereal legends of Immortal Gods, who else could survive before such a Lü Bu?
