Everyone present was deeply shocked. Fengyi City had a population of hundreds of thousands.
After the Apocalypse, only a little over a thousand children remained. Ouyang Lie was stunned.
If Feng Moxi hadn't pointed it out, Netherworld would probably be beyond saving in three to five years.
"Boss, send out the signal!"
"Yes, sir!"
For the most part, the various bases had now stabilized. On one hand, they had to face increasingly powerful mutated beasts.
They also had to contend with the harsh, gloomy weather.
Uncultivable land, supply shortages, dwindling water sources... and the future lineage of Netherworld—this absolutely could not be allowed to end.
Ouyang Lie's eyes were fixed on his granddaughter, and the more he looked, the more pleased he became.
Then he thought of his grandsons. 'Shouldn't this younger generation be producing offspring for the sake of future development?'
Feng Moxi suddenly shivered. 'Why do I have such a bad feeling about this?'
