"Zhao Zilong of Changshan, reporting for duty!"
Zhao Zilong announced his name directly.
Unfortunately, Milien did not recognize it.
She hesitated for a moment.
Zhao Zilong... who is that?
But now was not the time for confusion.
From the feedback transmitted through the sword, Milien knew that the man wielding the spear, with black aura occasionally emanating from the gaps in his armor, was very strong.
Terrifyingly strong.
Her battle instincts told her that this man's strength was no less than her own.
The ahoge on Milien's forehead stood straight up.
Every nerve in her body simultaneously sent warnings to Milien.
After a brief standoff, Milien's invisible longsword vibrated, knocking aside the opponent's spear tip.
Zhao Zilong stood in the battlefield, alone with his spear, simply standing there, but the pressure he exerted on Milien surpassed that of a myriad of beasts on the battlefield.
It was as if he alone could rival a thousand troops.
