Earth-Moon, near-Earth orbit.
Like schools of fish leaping out of water, a large formation of flying vehicles soared towards the battlefield.
A black figure leaped forth, taking on the same posture as the aircraft, head up with hands together at the sides, and rocketed straight towards the battlefield of Reinforced Humans' mechas and Flying Yi aircraft.
Countless black flying vehicles trailed long, pale blue light tails behind them, resembling fireworks racing into the night sky.
And among these countless fireworks, that black figure was an anomaly.
"Ying, remember to act according to the original plan," a calm male voice resonated in the figure's mind.
"Understood. What about Saul?" the figure lifted his head, revealing a cold masculine face.
"He has already gone ahead, you know how impatient he can be," the voice replied.
"Indeed, we rarely get to enjoy such a sumptuous feast as in the Black Sea," Ying spoke in a low voice.
