The enemy's indiscriminate attacks had completely infuriated Luo Zheng and deepened his guilt towards Hook. Warriors fell on the battlefield; everyone relied on their abilities, and there was nothing to say, but what about civilians? Luo Zheng's mind was filled with hate, a tidal wave of hate so intense he wouldn't rest until these enemies were eliminated.
As the night grew darker, it could not halt their steps. They sprinted wildly; Luo Zheng charged ahead with a stern face. Lan Xue glanced at Luo Zheng with concern but decided against saying anything. As a soldier, Lan Xue had endless fighting spirit, and as a woman, she chose to unconditionally support Luo Zheng's every decision, silently following beside Luo Zheng, running shoulder to shoulder, constantly monitoring Luo Zheng's condition, deeply worried that his old wounds might resurface.
