Black Hawk carefully reviewed the data transmitted from the Hu Mu Battle Division, gaining a general understanding of the current situation and an initial grasp of the Nether Body Civilization's military strength.
Before long, the specific situation on the battlefield appeared in space.
Black Hawk immediately grew serious, his expression turning colder.
The enemy reinforcements had also entered radar range. They consisted of only one fleet, merely a quarter the size of the Kunpeng Battle Division—not a complete battle division.
"Xi Lin, lead your team out and meet them." Black Hawk narrowed his eyes as he observed the battle.
"Yes."
Xi Lin, commander of the First Fleet, hurriedly acknowledged the order.
The moment the Kunpeng Battle Division reached the battlefield, one fleet detached from the main formation and headed toward the combat zone.
They entered combat mode with astonishing speed, transitioning seamlessly.
When Ming Chang received Ming Yue Liu Hua's message, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Ming Yue Liu Hua was fine, so everything was fine. However, when his gaze swept over the intelligence from the front lines, his pupils contracted sharply.
The current battlefield situation seemed far from good.
Their losses were significant, their casualties severe, and the enemy force was no weaker than theirs?
Ming Chang's heart tightened, and his mood worsened. The Nether Body Civilization had actually suffered at the hands of some unknown faction?
Without needing him to say anything, Ming Yue Liu Hua ordered all soldiers to withdraw and yield the battlefield to Ming Chang.
Ming Chang's battle division slipped into place seamlessly. When he saw an enemy fleet appear ahead of their battlefield, he laughed in fury. The enemy had actually sent a fleet of equal size to fight them. Since when had they been looked down upon like this?
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