Arctic Circle.
"One golden beetle emerges every minute…"
At this moment, Lu Zhou stood within the Arctic Circle, staring at the spatial channel appearing in the distant darkness, mumbling to himself.
He had just inadvertently discovered this phenomenon.
"Damn it, I should've gone out and explored earlier!"
He regretted slightly, this kind of thing would've been easy to notice if he were out experiencing it himself.
Yet now, ten days into the apocalypse, he had only picked up on it by chance.
And the information coming back from the front line didn't mention this at all.
Incompetent?
He shook his head, trying to justify for the soldiers on the frontline.
"Maybe, it's because everyone has taken refuge within the radius of the Dawn Stone and no longer confronted the spatial channels directly!"
Thinking this, he couldn't help feeling mixed emotions about the discovery of the Dawn Stone. He wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing!
