"Wang Zong?"
When Lin Qi heard that familiar name from the Black Spirit Empire's envoy, he froze for a moment, then wild joy surged through his heart. He remembered the young man in the Fourth Abyss who had carved out a territory through his miraculous command of battle formations, and how he had used those headache-inducing tactics to leave Arthur's ten-million-strong army group battered and overwhelmed.
The Lion Royal Family—born artists of war. According to Lin Zhentian's description of the great Ancient Clans, armies commanded by the Lion Royal Family had never been defeated when the disparity in troop strength was less than threefold! In other words, even when generations of the Wang family commanded armies whose overall combat strength was only one-third that of their enemies, they had never lost.
Throughout history, members of the Wang family had indeed lost many battles, but only when the enemy outnumbered them several times over, even dozens of times over, and when they faced terrifying attacks from the enemy's top experts.
After leaving the Fourth Abyss, that brat Wang Zong had run off to the Black Spirit Continent? The Black Spirit Empire had not been unjustly defeated!
Moreover, Lin Qi had heard Wang Zong mention that one of his clansmen had once traveled and trained on the Black Spirit Continent, hoodwinking several native tribes into forming an army and fighting the Black Spirit Empire with great gusto. Looking at it now, after leaving the Fourth Abyss, Wang Zong had gone to the Black Spirit Continent to take over from that clansman, mobilizing a native army and launching a full-scale war against the Black Spirit Empire?
Poor Black Spirit Empire. Having lost the support of the Western Continent, their stable rear line, and then running into a young beast like Wang Zong, the