On a crumbling road.
It was deserted, as though the world had abandoned it.
Weeds choked both sides of the road, and faint traces of rot and burnt ash drifted through the air.
Rumble...
The low roar of engines shattered the deathly silence.
A convoy of more than a dozen heavily modified off-road vehicles and military armored trucks raced over the potholed road at full speed.
Their headlights tore through the darkness ahead, yet illuminated less than ten meters.
It felt as though a vengeful ghost might lunge out of the darkness at any moment.
This was the Paranormal Forum's advance force.
Under Wang Xiaoming's tactical coordination, the linkup operation had officially begun.
Their objective was to set out from Dahai City and, like a sharp knife, carve a bloody path through this wilderness crawling with vengeful ghosts, fully opening the Overland Corridor to Dachang City!
Once this vital artery connected the two strongholds, they could support each other and gradually expand outward, carving out an absolutely safe haven in this apocalyptic world.
Atop the lead vehicle.
The wind howled.
Wearing his signature black trench coat, Ye Zhen stood boldly on the violently rocking roof.
He held a long sword burning with sickly green ghost fire.
His back was ramrod straight. He let the wind whip his hair into disarray as his eyes swept the surrounding gloom.
"Every last one of you, stay sharp!" Ye Zhen's voice carried far through the night wind.
"If any blind ghost dares block my path, I'll show it what it means to be annihilated, body and soul!"
Meanwhile, in the middle of the convoy.
Inside a custom command vehicle encased in thick bulletproof armor, the atmosphere was unusually solemn.
A Wu gripped the steering wheel with both hands, his knuckles white. His bloodshot eyes