The Next Plan

"Oh, my dear friends, you're all looking well."

Difan appeared on the large screen, looking at the people before him.

In Difan's database, the information on these people had been entered soon after he encountered them.

Before Quill contacted Difan, he had happened to take a proper look through their profiles.

Clearly, none of these people was simple. Even in Difan's eyes, they were all exceptionally capable individuals.

His strange duck collection had appeared among them, and there was also an unfamiliar face among the group.

That face, which resembled Leo's, was the first time Difan had seen Chen Haoran.

But just a few minutes ago, Difan had already recorded the battle between Ebony Maw, one of Thanos's Black Order, and these people on the landing platform.

That unfamiliar face could effortlessly ignite extremely powerful flames. His combat ability far surpassed that of ordinary people, and he was not to be underestimated.

Even Difan dared not ignore such a powerful team.

Of course, the most important one was the person behind them all—Leo.

After all, forty minutes ago, when Thanos descended, Difan had been nervously watching everything happening outside the Void Land.

Although the image had been somewhat unclear, Difan had still desperately recorded every bit of information.

This concerned the survival of the entire Void Land. Difan might not die, but if Leo failed, the Void Land would inevitably face the full force of Thanos's army.

That would be an enormous blow to the Devan Group.

But even without Leo, Difan believed that this day would come sooner or later. Since he had no means of restraining Thanos, he could almost only let Thanos decide his fate.

Even though the resources the Devan Group offered up each year amounted to an astronomical figure, there would always come a day