At this moment, Zhi Li truly felt as if a thunderbolt had struck him, instantly rendering him senseless.
"Your Highness, Your Highness..." Duke Turing Tuo kept pushing him on the side.
It took quite a while before Prince Zili seemed to regain consciousness, with sounds once again reaching his ears.
Then, the first thing that surged up within him was disbelief, sheer disbelief.
His army of over a hundred thousand, seventy thousand naval forces, and a thousand ships—a power tenfold greater than Suo Lun's—could have been commanded by a pig and still won, let alone leaders like Count Tuli Ming and Earl Gui Xingfu.
This battle would have been unwinnable for Suo Lun even with divine assistance.
By now, the Yan Mo's fleet was drawing ever nearer to the dock.
Zhi Li sneered, "Who are you, to jest with me like this?"
