A large black shadow slowly flew over from the distant sky and headed towards the Holy Mountain of the Rand Clan.
Kansas smiled as he looked at the vast wasteland in front of the window. The corners of his mouth curled into a confident smile.
If one looked carefully, they could still see the trace of mockery under his smile.
The leader was really making a mountain out of a molehill.
It was only an unexpected failure at the Holy Mountain of the Rand Clan. This time, they actually sent out three of their most elite fleets in a row. There were more than 300 search ships and a total of 5,000 troops.
With such a force, it would not be a problem to destroy any small country in the Sapphire Star Field. It was simply a waste to use it to deal with the Holy Mountain of the Rand Clan.
Moreover, the person leading this team was him, Kansas, not that useless Dakota.