"Has he still not finished cultivating?"
After Mu Zhanying returned, she discovered that Chen Changan was still cultivating, and couldn't help frowning.
"Have the alien races arrived yet?" Mu Yunyao asked curiously.
"Probably in about three days."
"After fighting the alien races over these past years, I think this time, when they launch their all-out assault, things could get extremely dangerous."
"There are simply too many of them."
Hearing Mu Zhanying's words, Su Yihuan asked curiously, "Are there really that many of them?"
"Far more than the Human Race. I don't even know how many times more."
"The Human Race has suffered multiple invasions by the alien races, and been suppressed far too severely."
"But the alien races have continued to grow, little by little."
"If they really are launching an all-out assault this time, I'm afraid... we'll be facing an army of hundreds of millions of aliens."
That many?
Hundreds of millions—how were they supposed to fight that?
There were certainly that many members of the Human Race in the True Realm, but the number who could actually take part in the battle was another matter.
"How many people do we have here?" Mu Yunyao asked with a frown.
"Only a few thousand."
A few thousand?
The disparity in numbers was far too great!
"Why not tell the other members of the Human Race in the True Realm?"
"If we can't hold them back, those people will suffer too. They might as well come fight alongside us; then we might have a chance." Mu Yunyao asked, puzzled.
Hearing Mu Yunyao's words, Mu Zhanying shook her head. "If we did that, the alien races in the True Realm would make a move."
"So we can only place all our hopes in Chen Changan."
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