"Phew..."
After returning to his room, Fang Li lay directly on the bed, closed his eyes, and let out a breath.
He did not refine his Star Pulse Energy.
Nor did he intend to rest and recuperate.
He simply wanted to lie down for a while.
"Tomorrow... huh...?"
The battle plan had already been drawn up.
With Jeanne, such an exceptionally capable leader from history, there should have been no need for Fang Li to worry too much about a war of this scale.
But he could not say he was completely at ease either.
After all, this time, their opponent was not someone they could deal with casually.
"Clang..."
As Fang Li pondered these matters, a glow seemed to flash through the room.
Before Fang Li could open his eyes, a soft, delicate body carrying a familiar warmth slipped into his arms.
"Are you thinking about tomorrow?"
A pleasant voice capable of captivating billions of fans around the world softly echoed by Fang Li's ear.
Even without guessing, Fang Li knew exactly who that voice belonged to.
Thus, Fang Li gave up on opening his eyes and simply reached out to embrace the girl in his arms.
"It can't be helped." Fang Li sighed. "This time, even I can't say for certain that we'll win."
The greatest Crimson Realm Denizen organization of the modern age—Bal Masqué.
It had gathered numerous powerful Crimson Kings led by the Three Pillars. Among them was even an assassin like Sabrac, who could rival Black Catty, Belphegor, and even Shudenan.
On top of that, there was Fekir, known for his ironclad defenses, along with a vast number of Crimson Realm Denizens gathering from all over the world.
Honestly, against such a terrifying army, the Flame Haze Warriors had held no advantage from the very