"This news is even better. But the grandest show is about to begin. Whether the Demon Race can make it in time is still anyone's guess!"
Fuxi's face was brimming with confidence.
Although the Human Race lacked strength compared to the Devil Race, they knew how to borrow momentum.
Especially under these unusual circumstances.
Often, momentum they could never have borrowed before actually came knocking on its own.
Zhao Gongming looked puzzled, unable to understand what Fuxi meant.
Fuxi looked at him. "Let's go inside first!"
Fuxi nodded slightly to Shennong. "Thank you for your hard work. Go back and rest first. There's another great battle ahead."
Shennong bowed from a distance, then turned and left.
He knew he still had many tasks ahead of him. Rest was out of the question.
Yet he did not feel tired. Often, holding the course of a great battle in his own hands, directing everything from behind the lines, was truly intoxicating.
As Fuxi looked at the several hundred Quasi-Saint experts behind Zhao Gongming, his heart burned with excitement.
His heart blazed with eagerness.
He had originally worried that he lacked top-tier fighting strength.
Now, this was truly charcoal delivered in the snow.
Along the way, Zhao Gongming remained worried. "When we broke through just now, we found Devil Race forces surrounding the area. Their numbers were rather frightening. Has Your Majesty the Human Sovereign made any arrangements?"
Fuxi hurried to reassure him. "Don't worry. These Devil Race forces may be numerous, but they're no more than a minor itch. They pose no threat to us at all. This time, I intend to catch them all in one net."
"Especially Lei, Xing, Kleim, and Queen Charming Ji. As long as we can capture those few, this battle will have reached a perfect conclusion."