Chapter 937 Mysterious Alien Insects?

• Wang Ge remained calm and composed: "Do I really need to spell it out? The ground is turning yellow, there are ashes scattered around, and I have been practicing for years. Observing colors and patterns is fundamental. If you can't notice these details, how will you survive in a chaotic world?"
• Am I being overly suspicious? Bradley Jackson questioned himself, still feeling a bit doubtful.
• After exploring the factory, Bradley Jackson led him to the cliff, where Black Sea and the others had been waiting for hours.