Elsewhere, nearly a thousand kilometers above the ground.
Inside the Space Shelter.
At this moment, the Grand Elder of the Shadow Organization, Mu Xiao, wore an extremely grave expression as he held an emergency meeting with several other Elders.
"Grand Elder, the enemy's offensive is growing fiercer and fiercer. Our people have been fighting continuously for so long that everyone's physical strength and psychic power are nearing their limits..."
"If this continues, it won't work. I'm afraid we... won't be able to hold them off!"
An Elder who appeared to be only around forty looked toward Mu Xiao.
His brows were tightly furrowed, and his face was haggard.
Though he looked to be only in his forties, his hair had already turned almost entirely gray.
The other Elders in the Conference Room were basically all the same.
They did not look particularly old, yet their temples were gray and their faces utterly exhausted.
"I know the situation on the battlefield."
"At present, there is no way to solve this problem. We can only hold our ground to the death!"
"I know that every one of your divisions has suffered considerable losses!"
"But if we abandon our defenses and let those aliens enter Earth's atmosphere, then it will no longer be a question of how many people die!"
"Right now, all we can do is endure and see who collapses first!"
"After all, those Prite People have not come away unscathed either!"
Mu Xiao looked at every Elder and commander in the Conference Room as he spoke in a deep voice.
In truth, his heart was filled with bitterness as well.
Who did not understand the current situation? But what could they do?
The enemy's Star Destroyer Motherships were far too powerful. Both their size and combat strength were terrifying.
Destroying