Long Zhang's face changed, and he immediately looked over.
"Who are you?"
Long Zhang stared at the visitor, frowning: "Zhao Feng?"
"What?"
"Is seeing me very strange?" Zhao Feng smiled faintly.
"Impossible."
"You clearly rushed into the city and were at the forefront. How could you come out alive?" Long Zhang looked terrified, somewhat disbelieving.
He had always thought Zhao Feng would perish in the sea of fire, yet now Zhao Feng appeared alive, completely shattering the heroic aura he projected moments ago.
"Burning the city in flames, indeed a good strategy."
"But you are too confident."
"Did you really think that I, Zhao Feng, don't know how to advance and retreat?"
"The moment you set the city ablaze, I led my sharp warriors and withdrew from Yanggao City."
"It's your Wei soldiers who were consumed by the flames inside the city." Zhao Feng coldly sneered.
As these words fell.
It was like being struck by lightning.
Long Zhang almost fell off his warhorse.
