Liu Zhizhong was dumbfounded, the whole person almost fell apart.
Sure enough, the Evil Luo Country had always waged large-formation warfare, piling up bodies, winning by numbers. In mountain warfare, that did give them a huge advantage.
Weng Xingban was essentially a solo combatant; no matter how strong the War God, there were times he would be defeated.
However, the only consolation was that Weng Xingban was still alive.
It was just that he had been taken into Keterol Palace—what was that supposed to mean?
After thinking deeply, Liu Zhizhong felt that Weng Xingban's individual characteristics were too distinctive; the Evil Luo side had probably long known his identity. Although he was a volunteer, they were likely planning to use who he was to do something, right?
Liu Zhizhong nodded, thinking to himself: The Evil Luo people probably want to negotiate with me?
So Liu Zhizhong immediately called Luzelski to communicate.
