After speaking, Ren Zhong temporarily cut off the communication and then looked up at the ceiling of the conference room.
A moment later, he closed his eyes, seemingly resting them.
The conference room fell into complete silence.
Everyone's face was filled with gravity.
Vincent Fanhuoyi couldn't help but mention another situation.
"Actually, even if Huang Xubo and his team succeed, it won't make much of a difference. The nearest 981-27 ship, even if it accelerates to 0.2 times the speed of light and cruises forward, will still take 19 hours to arrive. There will inevitably be a three-hour gap in between. We need to make other plans."
Ren Zhong opened his eyes.
He didn't want to tell the others the harsh truth.
In fact, just now, he had successfully initiated a Premonition Illusion.
This time, the Premonition Illusion lasted a very short moment.
He had already seen the scene of the Source Star Fleet being destroyed by the Space Pirate Alliance, inevitable and certain death.
