Three Thousand Camp, the King of Han.
An invincible enemy indeed...
Zhou Li felt a sense of powerlessness deep inside. He took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and gripped the White Jade Slingshot tightly in his hand. He lifted his head to look at the Han King, who was smiling but not quite smiling, and for a moment did not know what to say.
The fully-engaged King of Han was indeed not to be underestimated.
Plans could never keep up with changes, and Zhou Li now deeply understood this. Both the King of Han and the Golden Snake Lady were among the craftiest of the crafty, the most demonic of demons; they would not follow Zhou Li's plan step by step. They were both quick to react; upon sensing that Zhou Li wanted to stir up the waters of Taiying, the Golden Snake Lady played her trump card, and the King of Han was ready to flip the table.
