And only two minutes had passed.
They still had to hold out for eight more minutes!
Chen Yanjun slammed his fist into the abandoned railing of the mine shaft in anguish.
"Relocate? We have to relocate again? Why do we have to relocate?!"
"At this rate, sooner or later, we'll have nowhere left to go!"
"We give every Habitable Planet to the Zerg, and then we all die!"
Lin Nian'en, Wu Hang, and Old Man Zhao looked at one another, each seeing the same bleak despair on the others' faces.
Yes, even if they could relocate now, they would only be prolonging a miserable existence.
They had already given up Shaofu Star.
If they gave up Guiyuan Star this time too, then there would be a next time, when they would have to give up Cangge Star, Kanli Star...
And finally, Beichen Star.
By then, would there still be any point in their nation continuing to exist?
Although for a nation, people would always matter most.
But if humanity had nowhere to live, how could it continue to exist beneath this starry sky?!
"There's no time!" Chen Yanjun abruptly turned around, his gaze sweeping over his teammates' pale faces.
A mad, resolute thought rose in his mind again.
He pointed at the deep-blue vein in the depths of the shaft, his voice hoarse with agitation. "Blow it up! Collapse the entire shaft!"
"Bury the ore vein!"
"Whatever's down there, it all has to die!"
"Only then can we hold them back!"
"Only then can we buy General Xia some time!"
At this, Old Man Zhao's clouded eyes suddenly lit up, and he finally made up his mind.
Without the slightest hesitation, he did not even look at that bottomless ore vein again.
He abruptly turned and strided towards the Control