It Must Not Be Him!
Editor: Atlas Studios
The fleet advanced for more than ten minutes, but the figure flickering with white light did not appear again. Kansas gradually relaxed.
Although that guy had unexpectedly destroyed two small low-altitude shuttles, he had clearly seen the powerful strength contained in the fleet he led, so he naturally did not dare to come again.
"It's only the dying struggle of those Rand Clansmen. What can it do?" Kansas sneered in his mind. As he watched the virtual screen show that the fleet was already close to the Holy Mountain, the smile on his face became denser.
However, his smile did not last long.
"My lord! Someone else is rushing over!" His subordinate's exclamation woke him up from the beautiful thought of attacking the Holy Mountain.
He did not dare to be negligent this time and immediately rushed to the console to look at the monitoring screen.
"Is it that guy just now?"