Three Nine Six: Suo Lun madly collecting! Turing Duo shocked!

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

Eunuch Li Zhu's calls gradually brought Zhi Li back to reality.

Just a moment ago, his mind had been in complete disarray, unable to think at all.

Then he looked at the secret message again, and even though it was coded, he could immediately make out the four characters: Yan Mo defeated!

His mind reeled once again.

Yan Mo really felt unreal—how was this possible?

How could something so ridiculous happen in this world? How could Yan Mo possibly lose?

This was unlike any battle before, the naval strength of Lord Suo Lun was weak. Just a few months ago, Lord Suo Lun's navy wouldn't even dare directly confront Gui Xingfu's forty thousand navy and had to retreat to land for defense.

Yan Mo's one hundred thousand navy was several times stronger than Gui Xingfu's.

If Lord Suo Lun's navy dared not fight Gui Xingfu, how could they possibly be a match for Yan Mo's one hundred thousand?