Ju Zi and Kong Deming's Rift

After the sun set, the enormous energy stored within the High-Energy Compressed Array Soul Tool plummeted crazily, as though floodgates had been thrown open.

Worse still, since the war began, the Undead Empire had yet to deploy a single high-level combatant.

The Titled Douluo legion, the Skeleton Legion, Limit Douluo, even Qian Chaoguang himself—none of them had made a move.

Who knew when they would launch an attack tomorrow?

Who knew whether they would launch a surprise attack in the middle of the night?

Everything about the Undead Empire was shrouded in mystery. Ju Zi simply could not guess what Qian Chaoguang wanted to do.

Starry Sky Douluo Ye Yulin noticed Ju Zi's contemplation and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, there is no need to worry. The number of Fixed Soul Cannonballs is limited. They cannot fire without limit."

Ju Zi nodded slightly, but she remained anxious.

She knew that the number of those things was limited, but...

What exactly was that limit?

A hundred thousand was limited. A million was limited too.

Who knew how many the Undead Empire had stockpiled?

Low-tier meant they could be mass-produced.

After everyone analyzed the situation for a while, Ju Zi said nothing further. Instead, she sent them off to rest and conserve their strength in preparation for tomorrow's great battle.

How should one put it...

Even if Ju Zi had somehow guessed Qian Chaoguang's habitually wild train of thought correctly, it did not matter.

Because Mo Xuan was the one commanding the battle now!

As Qian Chaoguang's apostle, he had done his best to figure out his boss's way of thinking. He decided that while giving the Sun Moon Empire a resounding slap across the face, he would keep losses to a minimum.

Mo Xuan's plan was simple.

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