(There were slight changes made to the end of the previous chapter, about 100 words or so. If you have read it, you might want to flip back a few pages.)
Abel Star.
Si Yuting stepped out of the medical room, massaging his temples with one hand while he raised the other to continue the video call.
The light computer projected one side of the battlefield. With the cooperation of the fighter jets and mechs, the sky above the planet, once dense with the Insect Clan, had thinned out considerably. The ground was covered with sticky corpses, and some low-level bugs from the Bug Tribe were gnawing at the bodies of their comrades.
"Boss, you don't need to send more troops. The number of bugs coming out of the wormhole has clearly decreased. It should be over soon. We can handle it," Cheng Feng's voice came from the other end of the light computer.
