Xiao Ziyu has never been a kind person, and the things he has experienced since he was a child all tell him that his own things are always much more important than others, so he thinks he can't do things like self-sacrifice.

In a place like the battlefield, which is full of blood and death, to be able to see a simple person like Ling Luo, Xiao Ziyu's heart will have an indescribable vibration, he looks at this thin and weak woman condescendingly, and somewhere in his heart will actually feel empty and sour, which is an indescribable feeling.

However, Xiao Ziyu is a person with a lot of self-control, although he does have a very special feeling for Ling Luo, but hostility is hostility, and there is no reason to resonate with the opponent on the battlefield, let alone soften because of a momentary carelessness.

Xiao Ziyu quickly calmed down his mind, and then with a wave of his hand, many ambushed soldiers of the Fengcheng Jinyu led by Ling Luo instantly appeared around the Fengcheng army led by Ling Luo, outflanking them.

Ling Luo and the others had already lost in numbers, and they were quite struggling to face the well-trained soldiers in Jinyu, but now suddenly a large number of ambushed enemies came up, completely scattering Ling Luo's previous formation, and surrounded them into small groups to break them one by one.

Most of the remaining soldiers in Fengcheng were still wounded by the last battle of Jiangling, and they were able to take care of each other and concentrate their combat strength by relying on the Ling Luobu Haode formation, but once the connection was broken, they began to retreat one after another, and countless blood spurted on the battlefield, entangled with the loess into a fishy sweet taste.

Even if Ling Luo's spiritual power is too superb, after all, it is difficult to defeat two fists and four hands on the battlefield, as a queen, there are at least dozens of people around her, and one after another, one after another, Ling Luo's hands have already been sour, but the Jinyu soldiers around her are still only increasing.

In such a difficult situation, Ling Luo was already very difficult to protect herself, so she had no extra energy to take care of others, but through the cracks in the Jinyu Human Wall, she could still see the soldiers of Syracuse who had fallen one after another......

When Ling Luo finally escaped from the encirclement, the tragic situation she saw made her chest surge with blood, and the corpses of the soldiers of Syracuse City all over the ground were as dazzling as the sun shining directly on the snow, and there were less than 100 soldiers left from the original nearly 1,000 soldiers at this time.

Ling Luo and the remaining remnants of the soldiers gathered together, looking at the Jinyu army on the opposite side, which was still lined up as if they had not been traumatized at all, and their hearts could not help but feel fear and disappointment.

Fighting to such a point, Ling Luo and they are already very clear in their hearts, only with the current soldiers of Syracuse, they will not be able to defeat the other party, this kind of time that knows that there is only one way to die but still survives is too torturous, even if Ling Luo's psychological endurance is very strong, he still feels too frustrated and painful.

"Ling Luo, I'll give you a chance to beg me, and I'll spare the lives of the rest of your soldiers." Xiao Ziyu's silver armor shone in the direct sunlight, and the style of a general was revealed, but Ling Luo's favorite thin lips revealed such vicious words.

Ling Luo's teeth bit through the soft skin on her lips, and her mouth began to glow with a thick and sweet blood, and her chest was so stuffy that she was almost out of breath, but she still had to work hard to keep her mind clear.