Several days passed, and another message spread across the Earth God Continent: "An alien race has a savior who is creating a salvation ship that can protect them and help them escape this catastrophe."
Suddenly, the bewildered Celestial Race found a spiritual solace and began frantically searching for the savior, a chaos so intense that even the government office couldn't suppress it.
In fact, the government office understood even more that strong individuals with four or six arms were gathering at the imperial city, almost abandoning other regions to concentrate their forces on defense.
This could only mean that the Celestial Race was going to be defeated, and they would become abandoned citizens.
This year's autumn wind was exceptionally bleak. A little Celestial Race boy walked into his home to find his parents storing grain, hiding it well.
Whether it was the cellar or the deliberately made holes in the walls, these places had become great places for hiding food.
