Yet the clash of the four factions still made him feel vaguely uneasy.
"Beixing, won't things be going too smoothly?"
Alina's delicate body trembled slightly, her brows furrowed.
She always felt that the enemy would not admit defeat so easily.
"Master's divine calculations won't be wrong."
Richard spoke up to console, his fighting spirit soaring.
"With your strategic mastery, what do we have to fear?"
[Host, at this moment, we are truly surrounded by strong enemies, extremely dangerous.]
[Neither the Holy See nor the Demon Race are easy targets, so be cautious.]
The Persuasion System reminded once again, sincerely.
[What's more, the Barbarian Race is brewing some conspiracy.]
[Please be on guard and prepare as a precaution.]
Zhang Beixing smirked at these words.
He raised his hand, brushing his bangs aside, standing with his hands behind his back.
"No matter, overcoming all obstacles is the destiny of a king."
