In recent years, the number of meteorites that had descended for the most time in a few years was only fifty thousand.
And this time, at least one hundred thousand of them represented the pressure of the human race, which was two to three times stronger than the biggest crisis they had usually dealt with.
Yang Yi couldn't imagine that Yang Yi had prepared some supplies.
They were all prepared for human emigration, and this time, they would probably consume all these materials to deal with the crisis.
Yang Yi scratched his hair with his fingers. Ghost was helpless to see Yang Yi like this.
Because it was out of his control, Ghost told Yang Yi something else.
"According to our analysis, this should be the last attack of the dark insect race. It is likely to not only be in large numbers but also lasts for a long time."
"This means that these dark insects are very likely to forcibly occupy our planet."