Inside Zhennan City, the battle situation took a sharp turn for the worse.
The City Lord of Wu En City gradually realized that Zhennan City was likely a trap set by Prince Chen—a meticulously prepared snare meant to lure them in.
"What a formidable brat. Prince Chen isn't very old, yet who would have thought he possessed such schemes and stratagems!" For the first time, the City Lord of Wu En City felt that he had underestimated Prince Chen.
When Zheng Heng saw that the City Lord of Wu En City had not reacted, he shouted anxiously, "City Lord of Wu En, what are you thinking about? Hurry up and make your move. Take Zhennan City!"
Zheng Heng's anxiety was understandable. After all, this was the result of Zheng Heng and the Zheng Family staking everything on a single throw. If they failed to take Zhennan City today, the Zheng Family would immediately be slaughtered to the last man by the Zhao Xing Office.
"What's the point of fighting? We've fallen into their trap. This was a scheme prepared by Prince Chen!"
Having seen through the situation, the City Lord of Wu En City immediately conceived the idea of retreating. He said, "Withdraw!"
After saying this, the City Lord of Wu En City turned around and prepared to leave!
"Withdraw? Now?" Zheng Heng found it unbelievable. His heart was filled with unbearable anguish. If they retreated at this moment, what would become of the Zheng Family?
The Zheng Family had been rooted in Zhennan City for tens of thousands of years. Its foundations ran deep, and it had an enormous population—fully several hundred thousand martial artists.
How could all those martial artists be withdrawn with a single word—"withdraw"?
"What is my family supposed to do?" Zheng Heng asked the City