National War: A Turning Point in Desperation!

"Isn't that basically sending me up there to die alone?! Little bro, how badly do you want to see me get killed?!"

"Relax, relax, big bro. I was just joking to ease your nerves. Look at you—you've been yelling and panicking since earlier."

Listening to Meng Lang's despairing roar, which sounded like he was about to smash his phone,

Fang Ran had no doubt that, under normal circumstances, Meng Lang would have rushed over and shaken him by the neck. He comforted him in a tone that seemed to say, What are you making such a fuss about?

"Hah?! I'm panicking?! You're the one who's way too calm! Seriously, why have you had zero sense of tension since earlier, like you're just heading out to buy soy sauce or something?!"

Meng Lang clutched his head, utterly questioning his life because of Fang Ran's composed appearance.

"Of course, that's because..."

As though he had guessed Meng Lang would ask exactly that, Fang Ran turned to him with a raised brow and a smile, then looked toward the three members of the Royal Court opposite them.

After confirming the preparations and order once more, he spoke.

The black tie over his white shirt and black suit was instantly whipped into disarray by surging magic energy. His right hand clenched around something and pulled it back.

As a white wall of light appeared amid the expenditure of thousands of points of magic energy, his light laughter rang out!

"I still have a trump card I haven't used."

A powerful aura of magic energy surged from Fang Ran. Seeing the tall, slender figure in a suit holding a Tang Blade on the other side of the corridor,

Leonidas, Neil, and Osphia all frowned.

The white wall of light shone brilliantly, splitting and multiplying layer