Zheng Jinren shook his head in the end.
"I think I'll pass."
"With things as they are at Kona Base, I can't get away."
He looked toward the enormous breach to the northwest.
"Aker just died. The Demon Clan might not dare return anytime soon, but we can't rely on guesswork on the battlefield."
"If they double back while I'm away, the base will be at a serious disadvantage."
Lin Mo had wanted to try persuading him further.
In his view, with Aker dead, the Demon Clan on the front line had lost its unified command and would probably struggle to organize another attack of the same scale anytime soon.
Without a Demon God overseeing them, even if the Demon Clan returned, they would have a hard time truly challenging Great Xia's current firepower.
But after thinking it over, he swallowed his words.
After all, it was the unlikely possibility they had to guard against.
"All right." Lin Mo nodded.
"The event will be broadcast live, so you'll still be able to watch."
Zheng Jinren smiled and murmured his agreement. Just then, a noise came from the sky.
He looked up.
Lin Mo and Fendona followed his gaze.
On the distant skyline, an enormous dark shape was slowly bearing down on them.
At first, Lin Mo thought it was a moving aerial fortress.
Only as the dark shape drew closer did he see that it was a silver-gray spaceship.
The spaceship was a kilometer long and looked like an island, its surface armor gleaming with a cold metallic sheen in the faint light on the Kona Satellite.
Several streams of blue-white flame shot from its stern. Its thrusters constantly adjusted direction, slowing it with extreme care.
But what was truly breathtaking was the thing suspended beneath it.
It was the