The war was imminent, and the air at this moment seemed to have solidified, even the Capital City outside could feel this terrible pressure.
"It seems something serious has happened inside the Mausoleum!" Huan Xingzi looked up and muttered to himself.
"It looks like the Guardians inside have taught Xu Fu a lesson," an elder by his side said, his voice clearly taking pleasure in Xu Fu's misfortune. He was well aware of the strength of those Terracotta Warriors, and Xu Fu might very well die inside the Mausoleum if he wasn't careful.
However, he soon shook his head and said, "Don't bother with that anymore, what's happening inside the Mausoleum is beyond our control now. The most important thing at the moment is how to deal with the starving Common People outside. I don't want to harm these people, but now there is only Zhao Pu left of the Emperor's bloodline."
But Huan Xingzi just smiled and said, "I believe he is a qualified Emperor, capable of dealing with such a crisis."
