The three spaceships ahead were now moving extremely slowly, a planet appearing before them. According to the star chart, it was a desolate planet, where although humans could survive, none lived there. The three spaceships immediately headed towards that planet.
"Want to land? That's just perfect!" Yahola sneered. If he had blown up their ships in space, those aboard would definitely have no bodies left to claim. But landing? Yahola was very much looking forward to catching those daring to offend him by hand!
The three spaceships ahead landed on a plain, and the smaller ships immediately landed nearby, while the largest flagship simply stayed aloft, blocking the space above the three ships from taking off.
"Mahal, are you still there?" Yahola felt extremely pleased because the surrounding scout ships likewise detected no ambush. It seemed that this time Mahal must have made a foolish move.
