After getting into the borrowed car, Yang An took a moment to get used to the feel of it. He had never driven in his previous life, but for who he was now, driving was no difficult task.
With the engine roaring, the car let out a howl through the silent night and sped away.
Following the direction he had memorized when entering the sixth layer earlier, Yang An drove onward. Continuing straight down the current street meant heading deeper into the Collapsing Armor Land.
On streets where there were hardly any cars, the speed quickly rose past 130. This was far less taxing than traveling on foot through the Collapsing Armor Land, and he had no need to care about traffic laws.
The city was huge, and the echoes of the car's engine carried loud and clear.
If he had known what would happen after taking off the mask, he might have tried to pass himself off as an ordinary person. Wearing a mask would only draw attention.
Yang An even wanted to see whether this city had high-speed rail or intercity trains. Those would have been far faster than driving.
Nothing happened along the way. An hour later, Yang An drove to the edge of the city, but stopped just before leaving it and switched off the headlights.
In the distance, he saw quite a few figures at the checkpoint along the road out of the city.
Under the bright streetlights, many people in camouflage uniforms carrying firearms were patrolling back and forth, keeping watch.
The moment Yang An saw them, he knew it would be impossible to drive out of the city.
The world of the sixth layer was strange. It had cultivators and mutants, much like cultivators and demons. He did not know whether ordinary people