The Rift Between Ju Zi and Kong Deming, Four Thousand Words

After the sun set, the immense energy stored within the High-Energy Compression Array Soul Tool plummeted like floodgates had been thrown open.

Worse still, from the start of the battle until now, the Undead Empire had yet to deploy a single high-end combatant.

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

Who knew when they would launch their attack tomorrow?

Who knew whether they would raid them in the middle of the night?

Everything about the Undead Empire was shrouded in fog. Ju Zi had no way to guess what Qian Chaoguang intended to do.

Star Douluo Ye Yulin saw Ju Zi deep in thought and said in a low voice, "There is no need for the Empress Dowager to worry. The number of fixed soul cannon shells is limited. They cannot fire them indefinitely."

Ju Zi nodded slightly, but she was still anxious.

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

Just what was that limit?

A hundred thousand was limited. A million was also limited.

Who knew how many the Undead Empire had stockpiled?

Low-grade meant they could be mass-produced.

After the group analyzed it for a while to no result, Ju Zi did not continue. Instead, she had everyone go rest and build up their strength, preparing to face tomorrow's great battle.

How to put it...

Even if Ju Zi really did get lucky and happen to guess one of Qian Chaoguang's habitually wide-open trains of thought, it did not matter.

Because the one commanding the battle now was Mo Xuan!

As Qian Chaoguang's Saint, he worked hard to ponder his boss's thoughts, and decided that while delivering the Sun Moon Empire a resounding slap in the face, he would keep losses