Electricity buzzed, and faint arcs seemed to flicker in the air. Xia Lun's inner ears itched, as though the sound had come alive and turned into writhing, knotted parasites. Flathead was right. They couldn't stay here!
Xia Lun's mind raced as he swiftly weighed their situation.
If they couldn't stay and hide, they had to press forward. If the group could reach the entrance to the Step-Up Substation Area before the Nightmares caught up, they could avoid a brutally dangerous fight.
The Nightmares were about ten seconds away, while the entrance to the Step-Up Substation Area, where the ruins lay, was nearly two hundred meters from them. Worse, wire fences lined both sides of the asphalt road, with nowhere to hide. Once they stepped onto it, they would have to keep going until they reached the entrance!
Besides, Xia Lun still had a trump card. It was worth a try!
The instant he made up his mind, Xia Lun signaled to the others, lowered his center of gravity, and crouch-walked toward the right side of the asphalt road.
One of the Nightmares, Pocket Watch Head, could hear living people. Xia Lun kept every step light. As his heel touched down, he spread the force rising from the ground evenly across his sole with Force Dissipation, silencing both his footsteps and the scrape of his boots against the road. Flathead and Boy followed as soon as he moved. All three were skilled at Stealth, so they made good time. They couldn't match an all-out sprint, but they were nearly as fast as an ordinary person jogging!
The cold wind moaned. Ping Tou held his breath, tightened his core as much as he could, and followed close behind Xia Lun, step after step.
Crouch-walking demanded tremendous stamina, and long-term malnutrition had left