If there are only three hundred days left, the situation is extremely dire.
Xu Ran couldn't help but ask.
Zhu Yuheng's eyes were as blue as gemstones, and her voice was soft: "Yes. Three hundred days."
The directors were stunned: "Little Yuheng, did you sense that there are only three hundred days left?"
Zhu Yuheng nodded her little head: "Yes... fewer than three hundred days."
With these words.
The directors looked at each other, feeling an immediate increase in pressure, like the leaden clouds signaling an imminent tornado, heavily pressing on their heads.
Xu Ran's eyebrows were also tightly furrowed.
Three hundred days... the situation indeed became dozens of times more severe.
He thought that small hole in the shield would take ten years to leak through and contaminate the entire Earth.
Who would have thought.
There were only three hundred days left?
What can be done in a mere three hundred days?
Nothing can be done...
