"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
"If you don't want to die, get out of the way!"
Clinging to the roof of the vehicle, Chain Man watched as the convoy was about to crash into the oncoming black speck. He instinctively wanted to shout for the two people to dodge.
Reacting on instinct, although he saw that the two people weren't moving slowly, he had no time to think about anything else.
Inside the vehicle, the Gaunt Man with a small braid was different from him. He keenly noticed the speed of the two people.
Reinforcements have arrived!?
But after hurriedly focusing his gaze, he discovered that he didn't recognize either of them.
The hope that had originally risen in his heart was doused like a flame under cold water.
As a convoy with fairly decent strength, he prided himself on knowing what most of the nearby Awakened looked like.
He had seen every Third Order and Second Order Peak Awakened.
Clearly, these two weren't anyone he knew.
Like him, the Hook-Nosed Man on the Oil Tanker at the rear felt his heart sink. His already terrible mood became even worse.
This group of newcomers was probably a group of unaffiliated Awakened—in other words, "vultures" in the wilderness.
They had probably rushed over after mistakenly thinking there was an opportunity to profit. These vultures had no strength but were greedy, and they loved nothing more than "collecting the corpses" of Awakened.
No matter how he looked at it, they were in enormous trouble.
As for the newcomers' strength, after only one encounter, he had already reached a conclusion in his heart.
Standing there foolishly without making a move, their combat experience was probably only that of ordinary Awakened. They couldn't be very strong. Vultures were generally