"Arrived at the preset coordinates."
In the flagship of the Star Alliance Fleet, Lu Haiyang, whose eyes were bloodshot, shouted with his jaws nearly dislocated:
"All starships, take your preset positions."
For a moment, all starships, shielding themselves with energy barriers, gathered behind the Star Alliance's flagship.
The Alien Civilisation Alliance Army that were trailing them were ecstatic, thinking that these terrified fellas finally dared to have a fight to the death with them.
However, the Demon Civilization Fleet that had been closely following them sensed something strange and lowered their speed, lagging far behind.
Only the Starship Fleet and the Alien Civilisation Alliance Army were about to reach the maximum range of each other's weapons.
Without a doubt, the clash would inevitably result in the obliteration of one side.
However, at that moment, all starships received the highest warning feedback from their onboard intelligence system.
