A segment of dusty memories flickered through Mengdie's thoughts, which were unmistakably images of Twin Planet A. Under Wu Tian's instructions, Mengdie had successfully led Feng Yi to a designated place—the reason for her being sent was simply because none of the remaining disciples of Jade Clear Sect could match Feng Yi's speed.

Though Mengdie spoke not and her heart had no attachments, as elusive as dreams and illusions, she could still be described as possessing eyes bright as the moon that could pierce through the universe, a heart pure and clear like crystal, and her mastery over the wooden Yin-Yang Five Elements diagram had reached the profound ninth level, truly remarkable. Naturally, she could see through the corner of the world that Wu Tian had once observed.

The scenes she had just witnessed were exactly the same as those seen on Twin Planet at that time. This not only made her reflect and observe with more care, but also raised the question: Does this signify that the cycle of destiny is indeed aligning with the pagoda's prophecy?

The sudden transformation of the Flame Fleet had caught Saudi off guard. Initially, the Saudi bigwigs had calculated their moves with precision, their plans resounding sharply as if they would echo when dropped to the ground, truly making an impact.

Yet, against all odds, Feng Yi turned the tables by using their own strategies against them, outsmarting his own foes. Of course, the vast majority of people still didn't understand what was happening, as the whole affair with the Red Flame Rebels was well-known and tumultuous. In other words, it was impossible for the Federation to use the Flame Fleet as a countermeasure against Saudi, especially during the sensitive time of Feng Yi's unfortunate demise.

Therefore, Saudi did not doubt the betrayal of the Flame Fleet. On the contrary, it was quite possible that John acted on his own volition. Under the pressure of the Federal Army, it was part of their calculations that John had no choice but to seek refuge with Saudi, but they had never anticipated the fact that Feng Yi might still be alive.

Thus, a political conspiracy that could be described as farcical became an instant hot topic for the world, spreading swiftly through the ocean of the internet...

However, Saudi also acted swiftly, immediately cutting off the domestic live broadcast and releasing various patchwork reasons to the public.

Although the Sand Army could not control the world's live broadcast—after all, the broadcast of the world event was temporarily taken over by the Flame Legion's fleet, to be precise, it was solely completed through Eggy's abilities—they could still suppress the domestic public opinion to the greatest extent.

The video came quickly and went just as quickly, and the people of Saudi were not fools—with just a little bit of reasoning, they could guess that a major incident must have occurred at the front lines. There are no walls that don't leak air, and by now, at least 30% of Saudi's population were quietly waiting by the phone, determined to uncover the truth about the war as soon as possible.

However, this was certainly an unexpected surprise for the Federation. The TV drama had lost its Saudi commentary, its passionate topics, replaced by a bleak and empty universe—invaluable footage captured by satellites accompanying the Flame Fleet.

Such a secretive military operation would normally prioritize confidentiality above all else, but Feng Yi, that rascal, took an unconventional approach. Who could blame him, since he wasn't exactly a conventional commander to begin with, without formal military academy training, many of his tactical thoughts were unorthodox, and he was surrounded by a bunch of desperadoes.

But who says that battle must follow the rigid dogmas and nonsensical theories of military academies? There's an ancient saying that goes, "The real masters are often among the common folk," and this is a very true statement—the so-called experts, in Feng Yi's eyes, truly weren't worth mentioning. This was not derogatory, but rather the trash left behind by the changing times, a group of good-for-nothings created by capitalism.

The majority of these people were nothing more than experts in name only—a bunch of dogs. To Feng Yi, a true great person should at least make a significant personal contribution to human civilization, the world, science, or at least to professional education within their own era, not someone who could be deemed an expert just because they spent a bit of money, had a father or godfather to acknowledge them, or fabricated some pseudoscientific theory.

Wait, why did he start thinking about the garbage topic of 'experts'? Why not bricks, brick-laying? At least brick-laying could contribute something to humanity, while experts are worthless.

Compared to face-slapping, Feng Yi had more important things to do, which was the crux of why he had not revealed his identity for so long—to convince Saudi that he was indeed dead.

But in fact, he was not dead. Not only was Feng Yi not dead, but before guiding with the star chart, he had already marked A3 and found the best opportunity to conquer Twin Planet A. In fact, this was the optimal plan he could think of to conquer Twin Planet A with the least cost and the fastest speed.

Now, the entire world was focused on the Flame Fleet. Although Feng Yi was not someone who took face too seriously, he had to admit that he needed to do some face-saving work.

And just at this moment, Hugo and his old pals were still competing against Dovir. In this war, Hugo's existence was extremely important, so Feng Yi directly sent a second Heavenly Communication to Hugo, "Hugo, Hugo, the situation is urgent, return to base immediately."

Hugo was not the capricious type. At the sound of the message, he brandished his golden sword, left a few words behind, and vanished in an instant, leaving Dovir standing alone, startled...

Indeed, Dovir could not fathom, totally incomprehensible... why such a warrior, clearly in a favorable position, would not fully suppress him but instead—he didn't know how to describe it. The feeling of battling this person was very familiar, so much so that it even made him feel a sense of kinship.

Especially the moment before the person left, he actually drew out his weapon and threw it to him.

To toss one's weapon to the enemy and then stride away to activate the light transporter and leave was something Dovir had never anticipated. Dovir was not a blockhead; on the contrary, he was quite perceptive. He suddenly realized that the person's actions before and after seemed more like encouragement than anything else. For a moment, Dovir was at a loss...

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