"What?"
"Wasn't there still a shortfall of 1.2 million yesterday?"
Boom.
It was like a muffled thunderclap exploding in his heart. Su Mo's expression changed drastically, and his pupils contracted sharply.
He could guarantee that when he checked the disaster panel at eight yesterday morning, it had still shown a shortfall of 1.2 million. It was estimated to take at least half a month to a month to make up the difference.
But now, that number had actually been made up in just one day? How was that possible?
Su Mo subconsciously looked around.
Luo You, who was still adjusting everyone's positions, had a solemn expression. Their eyes met, and his gaze was filled with barely concealed fear and panic.
Old Zhang sat on the ground. At some point, the cup in his hand had fallen and smashed on the floor, but he seemed completely unaware of it.
The group of guards, already tense to begin with, were even more at a loss. They stared blankly at the notification on the Game Panel.
At that moment, no one had expected the disaster to progress so quickly.
The Death Tide had entered the second stage!
"What exactly happened?"
Several guesses flashed through Su Mo's mind.
He immediately switched the game interface and entered the World Channel, intending to start there and look for clues.
Unexpectedly, the moment he entered the World Channel, the overwhelming discussion already provided the answer.
"Lansell Territory was attacked and wiped out by the foreign races. It's terrifying—it happened in just one day!"
"How is that possible? Wasn't Lansell Territory a large territory with more than two million people? How could it have been taken out by the foreign races without a sound?"
"It wasn't without a sound. A lot of people tried to send information out,