An evil smile bloomed at the corners of Zhang Beixing's lips, like an enchanting mandala flower.
He knew that undercurrents were surging, the situation was treacherous, and an earth-shattering storm was quietly brewing.
The Holy See, the Demon Race, the Barbarian Race... These forces coveting his authority were watching every move of the Dark Empire with eager eyes.
However, in the face of the overwhelming threats, Zhang Beixing remained calm and composed.
"Master, the Pope himself is making a move; it won't be easy to deal with!" Richard's expression was serious, his brow furrowed.
He worried that his lord would be overconfident and fall into the enemy's trap instead.
"My Beixing has always been far-sighted; how could he easily fall into a trap?" Alina was full of admiration, showing no sign of worry.
She had a near-blind trust in this man.
"You all underestimate him too much." The Persuasion System suddenly spoke, like a thunderclap exploding in their minds.
