"Our army... is retreating continuously!"
"Boom!"
As soon as the words fell, Pei Jinheng felt a wave of dizziness, the world spinning around him.
When a person suddenly faces a great upheaval, they lose control of their body, becoming numb all over, just like Pei Jinheng at this moment.
He felt his body turn cold, devoid of any warmth, unable to hear, unable to see, not even aware that people around him were shaking him!
Defeated, defeated, he was defeated?
After planning for so many years, vying for a day, and yet defeated?
Victors become kings, losers become bandits, hahaha...
"Young Master, go, hurry up, we'll escort you out!"
It took Pei Jinheng a long time to gradually regain his senses, hearing several loyal death soldiers beside him speaking.
"Heh, hahaha... Sure enough, it was a façade, secretly crossing the river, Qi Yun! You old fox, you colluded with Cao Yin and the others, didn't you?!"
Qi Yun sat steadily on the Dragon Bed, looking at him coldly.
