Zhang Fan stared wide-eyed at the Energy Control Instrument and immediately told Soraya, "Head in this direction at full speed."
The Insect Race army had only just begun moving when Mimipa sent a connection request.
The moment the connection went through, Mimipa almost roared, "Overlord Zhang Fan, what is that white thing? Is it your Insect Race's secret weapon?"
Zhang Fan shook his head. "That's one of the God Race. That battle is already beyond either of our control. Tell everyone in the Vitter Universe to get as far away as they can."
At the mention of the God Race, disbelief filled Mimipa's face. "You're saying I should just run away?"
Zhang Fan laughed heartily. "What else are you planning to do? Don't tell me you want to go help? Of course, if you want to, I won't stop you."
Mimipa was immediately at a loss for words. He was no fool either. How could he take part in a battle like that? "But... but what if Plague wins?"
Zhang Fan said helplessly, "Do you think our lives will be any easier if the God Race wins? Grand Commander, you'd better not be so optimistic."
Hearing Zhang Fan call him Grand Commander, Mimipa took a moment to register it. "You... what did you just call me?"
Zhang Fan smiled. "Grand Commander! Now that Plague has devoured the Varagon, it's a done deal. What else would I call you?"
Mimipa laughed in satisfaction. "Yes, yes! I'm the Grand Commander now."
Zhang Fan was truly speechless. At a time like this, Mimipa still cared about an empty title. If Plague won, what good would it do even if they called him the king of all creation?
Although Mimipa's reaction was exactly what he had wanted to see, Zhang Fan still found it