"Look, they've been walking in places where the sun doesn't shine," Zhou Xiaoliang said.
It was approaching dusk, and sunlight was casting large shadows between the high-rise buildings. Those Alien Species were traveling by using these shadows. Whenever they encountered gaps between shadows, they would leap across abruptly, as if they were terrified that the sunlight would scorch their skin.
The situation was somewhat abnormal.
The procession of Alien Species grew denser and longer, and more and more of them were carrying objects. Some were carrying indistinguishably mangled corpses, while others bore dark green sticky clumps, enclosing milky-white eggs inside.
"Are they... moving house?" Yan Xiao asked hesitantly, swallowing uncomfortably.
"When the climate becomes abnormal, ants move their nests. It's probably because they sense that an Ice Age is fast approaching, so they need to move to new burrows," Han Yi said indifferently.
