"My brother is finally going to attack. I've almost fallen asleep!" He Mengyao perked up.
"What does he plan to do? Could it be that he's using meteorological weapons to coordinate with the fleet to annihilate the enemy's main fleet?" Xu Zhilan somewhat guessed He Xingzhou's intentions.
"This one's in the bag for sure!" Bai Ningxiang had an inexplicable confidence in He Xingzhou, thinking that trying to compete in development speed with He Xingzhou was akin to seeking death.
"If we lose this time, Bai Ningxiang, as well as your Iceberg Investigation Association, prepare to leave the Civilization Council!" Elder Bai Sha snorted coldly.
If there were a huge resource loss, even their Black Sea Civilization would find it hard to accept.
These resources could push any affiliated civilization to the status of a Second-level Civilization!
