The spring breeze swept through the pavilion, yet it carried the biting chill of a cruel winter.
The Master of the Immortal Valley looked up at the distant mountain range, which glowed with the color of blood under the setting sun. He murmured to himself, "Li Feng... I truly underestimated you!"
If it were a pure contest of military strength between the two armies, and without a city to rely on, Li Feng would undoubtedly face certain defeat the moment the two forces clashed.
Chapter 327