However, this joyous period didn't last a week before it turned into a nightmare for everyone.
When the first unfamiliar alien race descended upon The New World, a brutal curtain rose on a game of pursuit, territorial battles, and the strong preying on the weak.
"At that time, my territory had just over 500 people. On the way to The New World, we gradually took in over 2,000 more. At our peak, we had around 3,400 people. We were truly thriving.
"Unfortunately, a tall tree catches the wind. In the eyes of this descending alien race, we were nothing but fat, succulent lambs. In just two days, all the defensive facilities we had set up became completely useless. We had to abandon everything we built in the early stages."
As Feng Mengyue spoke, she traced a finger across the map, drawing a winding escape route.
"Starting from here and ending at the mountains, thousands of miles away, the total distance was around 1,500 kilometers. The front line was incredibly long.
