Dawn broke with great reluctance on the eastern horizon. The pale morning sunlight struggled to pierce the gray storm clouds, only to reveal an apocalyptic scene newly created by the common sense of a young man from the future.The magnificent city of Xuzhou, once possessing impenetrable steel walls, was now submerged.The volume of water from the forcefully diverted Yi and Si Rivers had turned the city streets into a dark brown ocean. The floodwaters pooled as high as an adult's chest. Its deadly undercurrents continued to swirl, sweeping away anything without a solid footing.Floating on the surface of that filthy water were the corpses of soldiers still wearing their heavy steel armor. The carcasses of the Wolf Cavalry horses, which had once been the terror of the land, were now bloated and rotting, snagged on the roofs of ruined civilian houses. The hysterical screams of women, the cries of children who had lost their parents, and the groans of soldiers freezing to death filled th

The floodwaters that drowned Xuzhou slowly began to recede. It left behind an apocalyptic scene that froze the soul. The city's stone streets were now covered in ankle-deep brown mud. Horse carcasses, splinters of wooden shields, and swollen corpses of soldiers were scattered in every corner. The stench of death and dirty water evaporated thickly under the pale morning sun. The joint Wei and Shu-Han forces stepped inside through the completely ruined main gate. In the front row, Jo Fan walked briskly. His boots stepped firmly into the mud puddles. There was no longer a wooden wheelchair limiting his movements. The instant healing from the Osteo-Max Capsule had restored all his motor nerve functions. The sensation of stepping on the earth with his own two feet gave the silvery-white-haired young man an incredible euphoria. Damn, walking on my own two feet feels incredibly good, Jo Fan thought with a slight smirk. His eyes

The leather boot, caked in Xuzhou mud, was finally lifted from the God of War's head. Cao Mengde stared at the golden-armored giant still bowing at his feet. A massive smile of pure satisfaction stretched across his face. The invisible wave of pheromones emitted by Jo Fan had completely ignited the Wei Prime Minister's megalomania. Cao Cao felt like an absolute god holding the fate of the Chinese mainland in his hands. Moving slowly and with high theatricality, Cao Cao drew a short dagger from his waist. The tyrant leaned down and cut the thick ship ropes binding Lu Bu's neck, chest, and arms. The thick ropes, soaked in fresh blood, hit the courtyard of the White Gate Tower with a heavy thud. Lu Bu coughed violently. He sucked as much oxygen into his lungs as he could. The torn wound on his right waist throbbed painfully, but he forced his trembling legs to support his giant frame and stand. "Stand up, Fengxian," Cao Cao

The night wind blowing across Xuzhou carried the foul stench of horse carcasses, mud puddles, and charred wood. The floodwaters had completely receded. However, the devastation left behind made the grand city look like a neglected mass grave. Wei faction soldiers were busy throwing victory parties in the main barracks. They celebrated the subjugation of the God of War by chugging liquor and looting what was left of the city's wealth.Under the shadow of the victorious army's negligence, two male figures sneaked through the dark streets covered in ankle-deep mud.Jo Fan walked with a firm stride. His boots squeaked softly every time he pulled them out of the muck. There was no more wooden wheelchair restricting his movements. Both of his legs functioned perfectly. They supported his body wrapped in a dark gray robe. To his left, Zhao Yun walked like a black panther. The silver dragon knight kept his right hand on the hilt of his sword. His ice-cold eyes swept through every corner of th

The leftover floodwaters that drowned Xuzhou left behind thick, foul-smelling mud. Inside the main hall of the former governor's residence, now taken over by the Wei faction, the air felt incredibly heavy. Dozens of torches blazed on the stone walls. They cast a dim light over the steel armor of the generals standing in line like a fence of executioners.Jo Fan walked into the hall on his own two feet. The silver-haired young man was no longer sitting in a wooden wheelchair. His dark gray robe swept across the dirty marble floor. The numb sensation on his tongue from sacrificing his sense of taste to the system was still very annoying. But he ignored it. His sharp eyes immediately scanned the threatening formation inside the room.In the front row, Xiahou Dun stood with a clenched jaw. The one-eyed general rested his hand on the hilt of his serrated sword. Next to him, Cao Ren glared with a very thick aura of hostility. But the most intimidating of all was Xu Chu. The bald giant cross