"You should be very clear about the consequence of losing a gamble, right?"
"It's nothing but death, just do it!"
Although Li Xuanling's face was full of calm despair, Xia Hong still noticed that trace of unwillingness hidden deep in her eyes.
Reflecting on the struggle for dominance in Longyou that started in mid-April and ended at this moment, lasting nearly three months, Xia Hong could basically guess what was on Li Xuanling's mind, what she was unwilling about, eight or nine out of ten.
"Are you very dissatisfied?"
The three thousand Longyou Army, nearly sixty at the Cold Resistance Level, plus fifteen thousand Earth-digging Realm, tens of thousands of people, were defeated by the Great Xia, which was inferior in every respect. If Li Xuanling could be satisfied, that would be strange.
