Tang Zhen's words had shattered the last trace of hope in the heart of the masked man. He could not help but sigh in his heart.
In fact, he knew very well that once the two sides met on the battlefield, they would definitely fight to the death.
The masked man was sure that the strength of Lou Cheng's cultivators had far exceeded his imagination.
They were powerful and well-equipped. If a martial artist were to fight them, the possibility of winning was probably less than ten percent.
It was a crushing defeat without any suspense, and the gap was so big that it made people feel despair.
If he had a choice, he would definitely not choose such an opponent. That was simply courting death.
It was a great taboo to be afraid before the battle, but the masked man had never regarded the cultivators of loucheng as his enemy and was even more unwilling to participate in the battle.
