"Just the past few months?"
Old Qiao's face changed; so, after a few months, Earth will have to face those powerful cultivators? Will it become a hunting ground for those Ghost Cultivators and Evil Cultivators?
"Qin Yang, what should we do? Do we have any way to stop this from happening, or do we have any means to seal that space rift?"
Old Qiao looked at Qin Yang and asked.
"Like maybe dropping an atomic bomb near that space rift?"
Old Qiao couldn't help but think out loud.
"The power of space is vast and incomparable, especially with the plane passage; Earth's weapons simply can't match that."
Upon hearing this, Qin Yang decisively shook his head.
"Then what? Are we just to wait for fate's verdict? If those evil cultivators you mentioned descend on Earth, are we meant to watch humanity be massacred?"
Old Qiao couldn't help but exclaim.
