At this moment, Yan Ruyu shouted toward Xia Country's army, "Consider this carefully. Sikong Jing is of lowly birth and his rebellious nature is plain to see. If you fulfill his wishes, Xia Country will be doomed forever!"
"I have Xia Die Lian." Sikong Jing, not waiting for Xia Country's army to reply, emphasized again.
Yan Ruyu also clutched her chest tightly, an involuntary spurt of blood coughed up. Despite saying so much, none of it compared to the weight of his five simple words, a feeling so intense it could drive a person to madness!
On top of the city wall, Xia Die Lian stared at Sikong Jing, her face so livid it seemed almost to drip with rage.
She deeply empathized with Yan Ruyu. Sikong Jing's words were infuriating, but she couldn't help but admire his decision a few days prior to capture her, which had now positioned him in an unbeatable situation in this battle.
No matter how eloquently Yan Ruyu spoke, it was to no avail.
