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Immortal Emperor Mingde pursed his lips, but he did not pay much attention to it. Or rather, it could be said that he was already used to it.
He gazed at the goddess' face for a very long time, and he could not help but breathe heavily.
He had never seen the Goddess look at him with such concentration, nor had he ever seen her so interested in a man. He had a nagging feeling … Something was wrong.
Within the picture of the mountain and river.
Fang Qi looked at the slowly retreating enemy troops and couldn't help but grab his trembling hands.
The slaughter just now … It was indeed very exciting, but aside from the excitement, it was also a type of gamble.
If he hadn't made a good bet just now, or if he hadn't been brave enough, he might have been the one to suffer defeat.
This was a gamble, a gamble without any conditions.
If he won the bet, he could obtain everything he wanted. If he lost the bet, he would lose everything.
Fang Qi's gaze gradually became sharp. Fortunately, he had won in the end.
As long as it was a victory, he was the one he had always been looking forward to the most.
Fang Qi took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. It was impossible for him to always be in that muddled state, and he knew very clearly that he had to make adjustments.
The change of heart at this moment is a new breakthrough.
"Give up resisting. You've already lost."
Fang Qi led the army and surrounded the enemy's central military camp. All of the high ranking commanders of this army were present inside.
Since the war had already reached this point, it could only be said that it had completely ended.
Han Qing tightly clenched his fists as his breathing quickened.
He could not bear such grievances.
How could this be … How did it become like this?
This was not what he had expected … Wasn't the difference a bit too big?
According to his predictions, the situation should not have worsened so quickly …
How could a hundred thousand soldiers... Why couldn't he hold on?
The enemy army. How did he become so powerful?
Could it really be because … They were useless? They were weak?
No …. Absolutely not!
Han Qing placed his hand on his waist and slowly pulled out the sword on his waist. He felt that it was about time to end. Right now, he had chosen to continue resisting since it had no meaning or value at all.
Because everything was destined.
He brandished his sword, ending his last life in the painting of the Great Nations.
From then on, the battle of strategy had come to an end.
Fang Qi let out a long breath, letting his fatigue relax. Blinking his eyes, he adjusted his breathing properly, and his face couldn't help but reveal a calm and composed smile.
At this moment, his state of mind... It was the real thing.
"Heh heh... Not bad, not bad at all! "
"Did you guys see that clearly? Never focus on something formal, look at things. "Then you have to look carefully, don't just look at the surface!"
"Although our Left Censor-in-Chief Shi Aizi has more troops under his command, he might not have as many elites as we do!"
"Bringing troops to war is actually the same as taking control of the world. Don't look at how I am now the master of the entire Immortal World, but maybe one day, this Immortal Emperor position will become yours. This kind of thing, no one can decide!"
"You guys tell me, if this thing comes to fruition …" Wouldn't it seem like I'm being wrongly accused? "
"Do you think that … Is that right? Are you all coveting my position? "
Immortal Emperor Mingde held a cup of tea and took a light sip. He spoke very casually, but his casual words made everyone tremble in fear.