"However, even so, China has paid a huge price. The population has shrunk by at least 50%!"
When Wang Yi heard this, he felt a chill run down his spine. This was not simply a cold number.
Behind this number were fresh lives. Especially with the huge population of China, it was even more terrifying.
With Wang Yi's understanding of the Yang God Race, a scene had already begun to appear in his mind.
With Planet Earth's current level of technology, even if they still had hidden methods, they were definitely not a match for the Yang God Race. They did not even have the chance to resist.
After all, Wang Yi was now a powerful martial artist. He naturally knew how big the gap between ordinary people and martial artists was, especially when facing a powerful race like the Yang God Race that specialized in spiritual power.