(This chapter is 4,400 words; two chapters combined.)
In Mu Fan's field of vision, the hundreds of fighters in the distance had already become a faint line, but rough 3D models of the areas they swiftly swept through began forming before his eyes.
Digitized three-dimensional maps appeared instantly.
This was the result of the Predator Fighters sharing their scanning data link.
Rippling waves began refreshing from top to bottom. They were special radar scans designed specifically for bugs.
But so far, Mu Fan had yet to see a single Zerg.
"No Zerg detected within 300 kilometers at the twelve o'clock direction."
"No Zerg detected within 300 kilometers at the one o'clock direction..."
"Two o'clock direction..."
There were twelve directions in total. Viewed from above, the spreading fighters formed a standard radial circular pattern.
"All fighters have advanced into the Second Area!"
Suddenly, a patch of red flashed in the lower-left corner of the light screen before Mu Fan.
"Pheromone identification successful. Hidden Spraying Tiger Bugs detected at the eight o'clock direction!"
A 3D image immediately appeared. Countless red lines outlined shapes tightly pressed against the dense, thick trunks, like symbiotic organisms growing with the trees.
"Eighth Squad, begin extermination. The remaining squads will continue spreading out and scouting. Increase radar power. Grandpa Black is going to slaughter you this time!"
After hearing Black's report, Mu Fan paid it no more attention. He merely glanced at it and continued flying forward.
More than fifty green dots on the light screen converged upon the red dots at once. He knew Black was proving the Predator Fighters' power to him.
More than five hundred kilometers away from Mu Fan, those black fighters, their hulls glinting with a rough-textured sheen, tilted their wings simultaneously and turned diagonally downward.
The fighters had strange designs because