The Data Model was like a supercomputer.
It furiously calculated all manner of possibilities-those that had already occurred, those about to occur, and those yet to occur.
According to Cao Xianming's calculations.
Something was sealed beneath those Taoist Temple ruins.
Something utterly evil, utterly savage, and terrifying beyond description.
That presence was slowly awakening.
And Cao Xianming speculated.
The reason the Old Taoist in that Taoist Temple lingered in the mortal world was probably connected to this thing as well.
What exactly was it?
Even Cao Xianming could not be certain.
The only thing he could do was have the Survival Convoy put distance between them at full speed, at any cost.
They raced on for three days without sleep or rest.
But.
Even so, he still felt it was not safe enough.
Cao Xianming gazed impassively toward the Taoist Temple ruins.
An unfathomably deep gravity filled his eyes.
The convoy was still racing onward.
The lead vehicle rotated again, with Wang Ying's Off-Road Vehicle taking the lead.
Meanwhile.
The four from Yangcheng No. 2 Middle School, who had been bringing up the rear, seized the chance to overtake the Tanker Truck and Bus, moving into the third-to-last position.
Only then did the four of them truly breathe a sigh of relief.
But.
New questions rose in their minds.
They had been fleeing for their lives like this for three full days.
How much longer did they have to run?
Where was safe?
Zhang Wenyuan roughly redressed Shang Kai's wounds.
Shang Kai, who had been forcing himself to hold on, could endure no longer and fell unconscious.
During the tense fighting earlier, he had still been able to tough it out, but now he had relaxed slightly.
His body's protective mechanism instantly kicked in, and he passed out on the