The target stands out conspicuously on the star map.
Hope glints in Mu Tianhua's eyes.
He now acts as a chess player at Mu Fan's request.
Next... Mu Fan, are you willing to become that strongest chess piece?
Mu Tianhua's gaze falls on that angular face, full of calm, "I understand."
"Hmm?" Mu Tianhua is taken aback.
The answer is overly concise.
Moreover, he keenly detects the word "I" from Mu Fan's mouth.
"These four warships are vehicles of another invading race, the Saint Luo people, along with tens of thousands of elite warriors from the Saint Luo plane I have sought; they are all excellent mechanical master seeds."
"Next, this planet and my companions all depend on you."
Mu Fan stands up, placing his hand on the chamber door, his voice deep.
Mu Tianhua watches the other's back, "Don't these warships need to meet up with Shadow Island?"
"It's too late."
