"A trap?"
Yang Ming was somewhat confused.
Lyu reduced his projection to the size of a palm and flew in front of Yang Ming, quickly opening a battlefield overview.
"Boss, look. The Mother Worm has always been on the edge of the battlefield, maintaining enough troops around it; this is to guard against a surprise attack.
"This batch of the insect swarm looks terrifying in number, but it might actually just be cannon fodder to deplete the Empire's forces, with a large number of high-rank digging insects hidden beside the Mother Worm.
"Additionally, there's the state of the Imperial Dreadnought. Three consecutive shots have already pushed it to its limit, just enough to clear twelve Fake Mother Insects, and then it enters a longer cooldown phase..."
