"These continents seemed to have been shattered after experiencing a great war!" Jiang Yang looked around. From the ground, he could not see the shape of the continent he was on, but he could see the shapes of the continents floating in the air.
Every continent was tens of millions of meters apart, and each one had a different shape, as if a wooden board had been violently torn to pieces.
As for the size of these continents, Jiang Yang made a rough estimate and was immediately startled.
The smallest continent he could see was half the size of Asia, while the larger landmasses rivaled several Asian continents.
The continents Jiang Yang could see alone, if pieced together, covered an area several times larger than Earth. But that was only the area of these continents put together. The Earth Plane was not small either; only the Milky Way marked the boundary of the Earth Plane.
Yet Jiang Yang was shocked, because the number of these continents was nearly impossible to count.
"How many continents like this does your Zombie Plane have?" Jiang Yang's voice was slightly hoarse. The Zombie Plane had to be larger than the Earth Plane, and its resources should have been abundant. Yet all Jiang Yang saw was barren ground, without even a single blade of grass.
Of course, it was possible that the Zombie Plane simply had no such thing as weeds, but the sight before him was still desolate beyond measure, like an uninhabited wasteland.
No matter how vast a place like this was, how many resources could it possibly have?
"I don't know. These continents have existed ever since I became conscious." Ten Wings shook his head, then said, "Actually, the Zombie Plane wasn't like this before. I was fortunate enough to see images