After Conrads entered warp space and lost contact, the Lashudia Clan fell into a leaderless state. The remaining forces descended into chaos, each acting on its own.
Although the Yuntu Clan had few troops, the foundation of a high-ranking Mid-Ring Civilization was still there. Other civilizations had to show them some measure of respect no matter what. Moreover, their flagship was the largest, making it suitable as a meeting venue.
At the request of the Wolf Strikers aboard them, the alien warships surrounding the Yuntu Clan made way. The Zerg Ancient Class formation then passed through the corridor and headed straight toward the Yuntu fleet.
This formation of barely over a thousand warships was currently positioned far behind the entire alien Coalition Army. Relying on the superior specifications of their warships and their small numbers, they had already broken free from most of the alien forces' entanglement.
If not for the Lashudia Clan's negative example, they would probably have been the second force to withdraw from the battlefield.
Regarding the Zerg's arrival, General Mide of the Yuntu Clan had no desire to be the one to step forward. But as a prisoner, he could only brace himself and head to the flagship's landing pad to wait.
After the Zerg Ancient Class formation approached the Yuntu flagship, they extended their tentacles and clung to its hull. Then, one Ancient Class opened its Storage Sac, and a Mature Form only around fifty meters long flew out.
The Mature Form traced a graceful arc along the flagship's hull and entered the flagship's landing pad with practiced familiarity. Under the eager gazes of the Yuntu Clan's upper ranks, the Mature Form's Storage Sac opened, and three true Zerg, as the aliens saw them, stepped out.
"It's Malin!" Their bodies were humanoid, with vital areas