Fang Xiang's fleet began to change formation.
The fleet in the virtual starry sky was like clouds in a gale, rolling and changing.
In a few seconds, the battleship's conical attack cluster had compressed and recovered into an oval-shaped defensive formation like an egg. The cruisers and destroyers on both flanks also shifted their assault routes, connecting end to end; while one side suppressed the formation's foothold with side cannons, the other drew two arcs of 270 degrees in the starry sky and closed in on the forward-moving fleet main formation.
When the main formation was complete, without any warning, the fleet collectively accelerated, swinging their tails like a school of fish in the deep sea searching for food, pivoting 60 degrees and darting towards the target spaceport assigned to Fatty by the system.
Fang Xiang's move immediately threw Fatty into a frenzy.
"Do we have to be so desperate?" Fatty turned around and shouted, "Friendship first, competition second!"
