The pale yellow surface of the Fifth Administrative Star appeared at the upper left of the Feinan battleship's porthole.
The flagship formation of the Sixth Fleet, composed of a dozen medium and large warships, was positioned at the lower right of Feinan's porthole.
Yang Ming donned his helmet and silently gazed at this famous planet.
The Feinan, with its artificial gravity disabled, relied on its core engine at its lowest power output, slowly approaching the opposing flagship—the Vaglu General battleship.
The elongated battleship hovered quietly in space, with a distant view of a spiral arm of the Galaxy below. Its pitch-black coating allowed it to almost blend into space, and its portholes, distributed like fish scales, emitted a faint light.
It was not in a wartime state.
The Feinan continued to close in.
Yang Ming could already see the soldiers running orderly inside the battleship.
"Boss, we can't get any closer,"
Lyu's voice was crisp and calm.
