"This old fellow actually still has such a method at such an old age."
Holding Zhao Weiyu's head, mo ruhai's face was slightly pale.
In the battle just now, he had thought that he would win easily and with a greater advantage. However, when they really started fighting, they realized that the situation was not like that.
Zhao Weiyu was old and frail. He had thought that he had died of old age decades ago, but he had actually survived until now.
However, no matter what, he no longer had the mighty power of the 'divine general'.
However, this old general, who had once fought in the Imperial Guards of Yulin royal guards and made countless contributions to Great Yan, had a strong will to fight, so much so that mo ruhai was shocked.
In particular, he knew very well where the other party's will to fight came from.
This made it even more difficult for him to calm down.
