In a flash, four days have passed. Under the almost unstoppable sweep of the Insect Race, nearly ten human Base Cities have been annihilated.
The ever-growing alien forces, the unstoppable Insect Race, facing these two mountains, the resistance from the human side is increasingly powerless.
At this moment.
Rumble—
East Sea, on the surface of the sea, the waves are turbulent, and huge booming sounds arise one after another.
Behold, Lu Chuan's Sea Beast Corpse Puppet, densely packed like a tide, surges toward the shore.
After four days of traveling, Lu Chuan and his party finally returned to the land.
On the back of the Mutated Giant Turtle, the three stepped onto the shore together with the turtle.
"Whew! Finally back, the air on the road is really refreshing! That sea smell almost marinated me!"
Zhao Lin stood excitedly beside Lu Chuan, stretched lazily, took a deep breath, and then couldn't help but complain.
