Meanwhile, Michael also had entered Cuba's sky as the pilot and co-pilot could see the magical beasts.
"General Michael, we have spotted the horde of magical beasts."
Michael quickly rose from his seats and went to talk to the pilot. "Are they fighting on the hill?"
"Yes. Although they're surrounded by magical beasts, they're not at a disadvantage. I can see a few special ones, but are we going according to the plan?"
"Go according to the plan. We have a number here and don't have enough time," Michael answered after pondering for a while. Michael signaled his assistant to take care of the preparation.