God Envoy Cheng's Prestige, the Unlucky Wrath Hoof Race

After the Light Sail Fleet paid a tremendous price, broke through the Bird Hunter Eagle Legion's interception, and fled into the vast depths of space.

The portable communication mystic array Cheng Han carried with him was suddenly activated.

"Buzz~"

Accompanied by the hum of the mystic array operating.

A gruff voice came through. "God Envoy Cheng, how should we deal with the Light Sail Fleet next?"

The speaker was a Mystic Supervisor powerhouse from the Second Legion.

This man had adopted a notably humble posture, faintly carrying the meaning of "please enlighten me."

This was hardly surprising.

Cheng Han's earlier series of performances—predicting the Light Sail Fleet, destroying the fleet's flagship, and beheading the Six-Winged Birdman—had simply been too astonishing.

In particular, as a Mystic Master, he had slain a foreign race powerhouse comparable to a Mystic Supervisor, delivering an immensely powerful shock to this group.

To put it bluntly.

He had practically cleared the way forward for the Second Legion Group all by himself.

Although Cheng Han's official command authority only covered four Bird Hunter Eagle Legions, and he had no right to interfere in other matters.

Without anyone realizing it, he had gained enormous say over every matter concerning the entire legion group.

Every word he spoke had to be listened to seriously by everyone else, including the Mystic Supervisors.

That was personal prestige! That was true capability! At this moment.

After pondering for a moment, Cheng Han said gravely, "The Light Sail Fleet will definitely use its speed advantage to continually harass the Second Legion Group."

The gruff Mystic Supervisor agreed. "That's what I think as well."

Another Mystic Supervisor interjected, "God Envoy Cheng, should we split off part of our forces to hold back the Light Sail Fleet?"

Cheng Han shook his head. "No!"

He turned