A colony in the Prosperous Star Realm, even in this era, has at least a population of over a billion.
Can a hundred thousand really survive?
Or even... a thousand?
Even counting those Psychics who arrived and evacuated the Planet safely, can there really be that many?
It seems no one cares about this point.
Chen Ming looked up at the sky, barely seeing the traces of the Fifth Legion's fleet outside the atmosphere.
They didn't perform any rescue actions, nor did they try to eliminate the dimensional infection.
They just positioned their fleet and watched.
Death seemed to be just a number.
Chen Ming remembered when the president proactively told him about this matter, the president's attitude was the same.
Even though the president was usually willing to protect civilians, when he talked about the estimated death toll, Chen Ming couldn't hear any emotional fluctuation in his tone.
