Hesheng Production Base had become an isolated island and had not received the space micro-observer's information immediately.
The network was still operational, but the Insect Race had severely affected it. Its bandwidth was insufficient, so only important information could be prioritized.
The current information was certainly important as well and should have been sent over after screening. However, the officer on duty made a decision. "Wait. This appears to be a method used by the Mysterious Force. Hesheng's relationship with them is somewhat unclear, so don't send it over for now... Report it!"
There was no need to mention the result of that report. No one wanted Hesheng to contact the Mysterious Force privately. The military did not even want the production base to know about the fine drizzle.
However, Hesheng already knew that changes might occur after the rain began. The base had even purchased weather analysis instruments and protected them carefully, so this could not be concealed.
But Hesheng truly did not need to know about that, because beneath the rain clouds, they noticed another scene—white mist was rising amid the drizzle, visibly thickening from faint to dense.
"There's something strange about the fog!" someone immediately reported loudly. "The Insect Race may be preparing another means of attack!"
The attacking insects were still as suicidal as ever, while the production base poured out firepower without restraint. Several hundred more people had climbed to the underground passage exits, holding all kinds of weapons. Quite a few of them were women.
They stood ready at any moment to rush to the defensive positions and block the Insect Race's fiercer assault.
However, they waited for a long time—nearly an hour—without receiving an order to take their positions.
Having received Half-Fool's instructions, Yi Jue knew the Insect Race was observing their side