"How's the situation?"
On the main battleship of Universe Seven, Zhang Menglong was munching on sunflower seeds while watching the battlefield, which looked just like a sci-fi movie.
"Director, the enemy at the front has been crushed by us. We sent a squad to Universe 34, and they have also routed them. Now they're preparing to flee."
"No loyalty at all," Zhang Menglong said disdainfully, "The legion commander of Universe 157 knows how to sacrifice himself to protect his fleet, but those guys just scatter like birds facing doom."
"Surround them all for me, don't let a single one get away!"
"Yes!"
More than fifty million warships directly locked down several directions tightly. No matter which way the people of Universe 65 tried to break through, they faced forces more than ten times theirs.
The encirclement shrank tighter and tighter, and their losses grew larger and larger. Nearly two whole legions were lost from twelve.
