Time passed swiftly.
Second by second, the day of the decisive battle arrived: June 1, 2120.
7:30 a.m. that morning.
At this point, Blue Star's protection period had only half an hour remaining.
Half an hour later, the Skrulls would surge out of the spring, and the war between the two planets would officially begin!
By this time, people had no mind for work or logging into the game.
The plazas of every major city and town, the open spaces before buildings, and the entrances to villages were packed with people. Their faces were filled with tension and unease. Only by quietly chatting with those around them could they barely ease their taut nerves.
It was now 7:30 in the morning, and there was still a slight chill in the air.
Birds chirped on the branches as usual, their songs clear and pleasant. The morning sunlight was gentle and warm, and everything was full of life.
Yet in stark contrast, no one had the heart to appreciate the scenery. Restless, stifling anxiety kept spreading.
"Ha... the day has finally come." In the plaza of a small city, a middle-aged man sighed heavily.
The man's son stood beside him. Hearing this, he comforted him, "Dad, it'll be fine. Mr. Ke, the United Forces, and the ancient Great Cultivators are all holding the front line. With everything we've accomplished over the past year, we can definitely stop the Skrulls!"
"I hope so, son." The middle-aged man gloomily wrapped an arm around his son.
Although Blue Star Humanity had achieved remarkable things over the past year, at this critical moment, the middle-aged man still had little confidence.
After all, the gap in strength between the two sides was so enormous. Could one year really make up for it?
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