[Liu Bei's three hundred thousand troops, during another river crossing, were unexpectedly met with a great flood, causing the army to scatter.]
[The Immortal Gods, fearing the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth, dared not recklessly slaughter Liu Bei's forces, yet employing some tricks was too easy.]
[The soldiers looked disheveled, and their eyes turned collectively to the silent strategist, Zhuge Liang.]
[Zhuge Liang quietly gazed at the opposite bank; ten li ahead was Cao Cao's mighty army, yet this short ten li distance was mercilessly blocked by a river like a chasm in the heavens.]
[This was already their eighth northern expedition, yet this time they hadn't even obtained the chance to confront Cao Cao head-on.]
[The remaining two hundred thousand troops' morale had hit rock bottom.]
[Zhuge Liang looked up at the sky, as if he could see those high and mighty Immortal Gods, silently mocking this mundane world's mortal beings.]
