From the Apocalypse onward, Earth's humanity had always been on the passive side. Then came the invasions from countless planes, and humanity's numbers continued to dwindle.
Jiang Yang did not know when this war had begun, nor was there any answer as to when it would end.
But for now, Earth's humanity had indeed been eliminated, much like Cao Jingwu—a wandering race about to lose its Ancestral Land.
Of course, the Misaar people were no different from Earthlings, but their positions were different. Over there, Earth's humans would only be branded as inferiors.
Jiang Yang did not know whether Earth had been eliminated, but they had not been eliminated yet!
At that moment, Jiang Yang withdrew his consciousness from the Death Forbidden Zone and looked at the pale-blue phantom of a middle-aged man beside him. "Why are you here?"
"I sensed the doubts in your heart. The system cannot tell you certain things, but I can answer them for you."
The impostor's appearance became younger, and the blue glow around him faded away, turning him into a suave young man.
"What exactly is the system?" This was what Jiang Yang most wanted to know. The system was his greatest secret, one he would never tell anyone about, but this impostor was different.
"I still can't tell you that. But I come from the same source as the system, and there's a minor issue with your system. Nothing serious." The impostor rubbed his hands together, suddenly tore off the forelimb of an Insectoid Guard beside him, conjured flames in his palm, roasted it, and began devouring it in huge bites.
Could insectoid flesh even be eaten? Even the insectoids themselves relied on the Insectoid Nest to break down and digest food, yet this impostor had simply eaten it?
"Didn't you say