After a bout of incoherent speech, Clayton suddenly had a sense of foreboding. His heart slowly sank, and his voice became quieter and quieter... On the virtual screen, the fleet commander of the Northern Alliance, whom he had been close with and referred to as a brother, wore a bitter smile on his face.
"Clayton..." Yibu slowly said: "I've just received word that the Northern Alliance has been defeated. Now, those in control of Mars and the Northern Alliance are the bandit army from Puluo Town that I once mocked in front of you! I'm currently ordered to lead the fleet and station in the designated airspace, awaiting reception by the bandit army fleet. I'm afraid I can't be of much help to you now."
"The Northern Alliance defeated?" Clayton's mind went blank: "That Leray person?"
"Yes!" Yibu sighed, "It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just... You should surrender."
"Surrender?!" Yibu was completely dumbfounded.
