"So close? It's right next to us!"
The others turned their heads to take a look. The spaceship was already small, so they could see the image on Meng Meimei's side clearly.
"Calling SK-9300, this is the Mad Bee of the Nineteenth Battle Formation of the Third Fleet of the Anti-Demon Alliance. What has happened over there? Do you need assistance?"
Inside the communicator, Meng Meimei called out several times to that Digger-class ship, but there was never a clear response. It seemed someone tried to contact them, but possibly due to equipment malfunction, the two sides couldn't establish contact.
"Boss, what should we do? Should we go over and help?"
Meng Meimei looked at Li Zixuan, captain of the Mad Bee, throwing the question to him.
With a furrowed brow, Li Zixuan stared at the image on the screen for a moment before shaking his head and saying:
