Facing the Fourth Prince's deadly sword blade, which was nearly within striking distance, Leo Ray struggled to lift his leaden eyelids, but he was utterly unable to open them, leaving him no choice but to endure the increasingly gruesome visage of the enemy, intent on killing.
Consecutive life-or-death battles, coupled with constantly tense nerves, had already exhausted Leo Ray mentally and physically.
But Leo Ray was acutely aware that as the supreme commander of this battle, the burden he carried was not merely his own life.
It was the safety of the city's main forces of fighters, tens of thousands of Shang Lu's soldiers, and even the several hundred thousand Grand Army that had yet to arrive, a large number of other Lords of the Summer Realm, as well as the wellbeing of over seventy cities—there was naturally not a hint of slack.