Li Chang'an motioned for everyone to remain hidden. He kept his eyes glued to the Alien Martial Artists, waiting to see their next move.
A moment later, the Rebel Army leader gestured with his hand. His subordinates quickly began to deploy, clearly planning some sort of operation for after the Insect Race's withdrawal.
"They must be planning their next move!" Li Chang'an's eyes glinted sharply. "Bai Lin, record their route. Make sure it's precise!"
Bai Lin quickly worked his terminal, his eyes glued to the data on the screen. "Already recording. Looks like they're setting up an ambush on the outskirts. The target is most likely the base's outer patrol units!"
"So, the base could be encircled?" Han Ruoxi's expression turned serious.
"It's a possibility," Li Chang'an said in a steady tone. "But their operation isn't fully underway yet. We still have a chance to intercept their plan before they act."
