"Damn it, why is Fan Mao here!"
The commander slammed his hand on the desk before him in frustration, yet his anger couldn't conceal the tremble in his eyes.
Not only him, but the high-level believers waiting behind him also instantly tensed up upon hearing the news, their bodies taut.
Yesterday's battle results had already spread throughout all the Church's fleets, and the victory of Fan Mao's fleet was well recognized even before the full-scale war had started.
However, to reach the position of a commander, one must have basic qualities.
Moreover, the movements of Fan Mao's fleet couldn't hide the departure, and there had long been mental preparation for this support, quickly forcing himself to calm down.
"Now I've already gained a considerable advantage, even if Fan Mao's fleet joins the battlefield, it's difficult to reverse the situation. At most, it will just reestablish the balance.
As for Fan Mao herself...
It would be best if she didn't come, but that's unlikely.
