"If you're afraid of dying, you can leave first,"
Luo Chuan didn't understand. What was going on with Feder? Splitting up seemed like a clearly better chance of survival.
Doral's expression became solemn, "Your Highness, I swear to protect your safety with my life."
Feder's expression was cold and hard, "If that's the case, then let's not say anymore."
Li Ming had been unresponsive all along, merely leaning against a box with a flickering gaze.
...
In the silent expanse of space, at an unknown location, a fleet arranged like a long dragon, its metallic shell reflecting the brilliant starry river, interstellar dust, and plasma streams pushed away by the fleet's energy field, forming a trail that shimmered with silver-purple light.
