Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
However, the evacuation progress of the Qingqiu Race was despairing...
Not even half of the population had successfully relocated.
Tushan Yueli looked at the statistical report, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.
The remaining people needed at least another two days to evacuate completely, but the Nine Nether Centipede King...
That fierce beast was now less than a hundred miles from the base.
With the speed of a King-level Fierce Beast, such a distance could be covered in less than half a day.
By then, not to mention clan members yet to evacuate, even the aftermath of the battle would be enough to reduce the entire base to ashes.
"Mother..."
Tushan Yueli walked heavily into the inner hall, her voice dry:
"The distress signal has been sent out, but after hearing that it's against a King-level Fierce Beast..."
"Not a single race is willing to help us!"
