But to Zhu Di,
at this moment, his feelings were indescribably complicated.
Zhu Di stared intently at the fiercely contested city gate in the distance, at the battlefield before the city.
His gaze seemed capable of piercing through layer after layer of troops, fixing upon that peerlessly valiant figure within the city.
A trace of gravity showed on Zhu Di's face as he murmured inwardly, "Zhu Ying is no ordinary man!"
"With such strength, even compared to the Hegemon-King of Western Chu of old, who could pull up mountains and overwhelm the world, he would not fall short. He might even be fiercer."
"The city gate is solid, the walls thick. They are simply impossible to breach by human strength!"
"Yet he broke through them with ease."
"Is he truly human?"
As he thought this, Zhu Di's brow gradually furrowed, while unease surged wildly within him.
He unconsciously clenched his fists, and an image involuntarily emerged in his mind: on some future battlefield, he and Zhu Ying would meet as enemies. Zhu Ying's demon-god-like figure would race across the field, while none of Zhu Di's officers or soldiers could withstand his edge, falling one after another.
At that thought, a chill shot from Zhu Di's feet straight up his spine, freezing his heart.
Zhu Di knew perfectly well that Zhu Ying's current performance on the battlefield was nothing short of astonishing. His combat strength was extraordinary; he was unquestionably an unmatched general.
For the Grand Ming Empire, possessing such a formidable general as Zhu Ying was undoubtedly like having an unbreakable bulwark, enough to make foreign enemies flee at the mere sound of his name and serve as a powerful deterrent to all sides.
If Zhu Di had not harbored those unspeakable thoughts deep in his heart, he might