"Chief Instructor Ling, is it really highly likely that we won't come back from this mission?"
A modest-sized spatial warship traveled through a spatial passage that resembled a cosmic starfield.
Naturally, the spatial warship carried Ling Zhan and the two thousand members of the Demon-Slaying Legion.
Though there were only this many people, the higher-ups of every nation had suggested providing Ling Zhan with a super-large spatial warship outfitted with top-tier equipment.
The defensive arrays aboard that super-large spatial warship could not be easily breached even by a joint attack from more than a dozen Level 190 powerhouses.
Its bombardment firepower could effortlessly wipe out thousands upon thousands of Ten Thousand Demons monster squads.
However, Ling Zhan still refused.
There was no need to use a warship of that level for two thousand people.
Besides, it came with many inconveniences.
Leaving aside the fact that, when the spatial warship came under enemy attack, every nation's departments would need to dispatch personnel to keep watch over it, its target was simply too large.
It would be difficult to disengage from battle.
Under normal circumstances, a top-tier warship's defenses would never be breached. But once they entered the territory of those thirty super fortresses, circumstances would no longer be normal.
Under such circumstances—
A top-tier spatial warship would not only be extremely difficult to disengage from battle with, but it would also be quite cumbersome, easily ending up like a turtle caught in a jar.
Right now—
Though this small spatial warship carrying two thousand people was far inferior to a top-tier warship in both defensive performance and bombardment firepower, its advantage lay in being flexible enough.
And easy to disengage with.
The one who asked that question was a female member.
At that moment—
All two thousand people were eating in