Fuck! Was that a bicycle?

But when Yang Yong got out, he discovered that everyone except him was already awake.

The tents, pots, and assorted odds and ends had all been packed away.

There were even a few new graves nearby.

Yang Yong fell silent!

Sure enough, some unlucky people had still been crushed to death by the Great Snake last night.

"You're awake?"

Wang Ying stood beside her Off-Road Vehicle and said gravely, "Pack up right now. Get ready to leave!"

"Huh?" Yang Yong froze.

But a moment later, he remembered those words-"The Great Snake is territorial...!"

In other words, they were still in that Great Snake's territory.

If they didn't leave now, were they supposed to stay and turn into snake shit?

Just then, Yang Yong also spotted their captain, Old Cao.

He was crouching on the ground, writing and sketching in a notebook, presumably working out an escape route.

Yang Yong knew this wasn't the time to pester Old Cao with questions. He immediately returned to the Van, took out a packet of expired biscuits, wolfed them down for breakfast, and then quietly waited for the order to leave.

About thirty minutes passed.

Convoy Supervisor Lao Zhang's voice suddenly rang out, carrying a tremor he couldn't suppress. "Everyone, get ready to leave!"

The moment he finished speaking, three Off-Road Vehicles started up simultaneously.

Lao Zhang practically scrambled on all fours into Old Cao's Off-Road Vehicle. Xiao Ma floored the accelerator from the driver's seat, launching the vehicle forward. Its speed instantly shot past a hundred kilometers per hour, kicking up clouds of dust.

Holy shit, why so fast? Are you rushing off to your next life?

No sooner had Yang Yong grumbled inwardly than Old Cao's voice rang out across the convoy through the Loudspeaker, every word steeped in ice-cold fear.

"Attention, everyone! This is extremely dangerous! Don't fall behind! Don't fall behind! Don't fall behind! Anyone who falls behind is certain to die!"

Important things had to be said three times. Those final words struck everyone's hearts like a sledgehammer.

Fuck!

At those words, Yang Yong's eyes instantly reddened, and a chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head.

That clearly meant that enormous thing, that Great Snake, was already coming after them!

And it was so fast that anyone who fell behind would have no chance of surviving!

Fortunately, the Blood Moon had been appearing for longer and longer each day lately, and the Van's drive core, that piece of iron, was receiving more and more charge each day.

Yang Yong floored the accelerator. Although the Van made no engine roar, it immediately surged forward.

Its speed was around sixty kilometers per hour. That was already its limit.

Unless he could find fuel, his only option was to upgrade that piece of iron.

On the highway, the three Off-Road Vehicles led the charge, their wheels practically leaving the ground.

The Bus followed close behind, moving at a respectable eighty-plus kilometers per hour, its entire body shaking violently.

Behind it were several Motorcycles, their riders roaring as they twisted their throttles.

Yang Yong's Van was somewhere toward the rear of the middle.

At the very back were several cyclists, their faces already white as paper.

Everyone pushed themselves to the limit along the way, going as fast as they possibly could. Yet each of them felt as though a cold blade were pressed against their back-the suffocating sensation of being targeted by a predator.

Even so, the gaps between the vehicles continued to widen visibly.

After the convoy had traveled roughly fifty kilometers, those at the rear began to fall behind.

Several cyclists watched the main group pull farther and farther away. As the crushing pressure behind them drew closer, like a collapsing mountain, their teeth began to chatter. Screaming, they immediately turned their bicycles and pedaled madly down a side road-even knowing it might be a dead end was better than being swallowed whole by the Great Snake!

They were gambling that the Great Snake would eat the larger prey first!

And so Yang Yong's Van became the last vehicle in the entire convoy.

Yang Yong was practically stomping his foot into the fuel tank, but the speed remained stubbornly stuck at sixty kilometers per hour, showing no sign of increasing.

Another ten minutes passed.

A bone-piercing chill suddenly rose up Yang Yong's back, as though an icy tongue had licked the nape of his neck.

It was happening again!

That hair-raising feeling of being targeted by an Eerie was more than ten times stronger than before!

Yang Yong instinctively looked at the back of his hand. Every hair stood on end, and goosebumps had even risen across his skin.

He abruptly glanced at the rearview mirror. His pupils shrank to pinpoints, and his heart skipped a beat.

Holy shit!

Even though he had prepared himself mentally.

When he saw that enormous body filling both lanes, and those two snake heads, each as large as a heavy truck, raised high with blood-red slit pupils locked onto the Van at the very rear, Yang Yong's scalp instantly crawled!

The snake heads opened slightly, revealing ghastly white fangs. Drool dripped from them, striking the ground with a sizzling sound and actually corroding little pits into it!

Fuck!

With his little wreck of a Van and his puny body.

If it caught him, there probably wouldn't even be bone fragments left. That enormous thing would chew him up and swallow him whole!

Despite its enormous body, it moved at an absurd speed.

Every sway of its body carried it dozens of meters forward.

In the rearview mirror, that terrifying figure was closing in at an astonishing speed. The shadow of death already loomed overhead!

Watching the enormous creature draw ever closer in the rearview mirror, Yang Yong took just one hundredth of a second to make his decision.

He removed the piece of iron, slammed on the brakes, pulled open the door, shouldered his backpack, took down the little blue bicycle, merged the iron into it, and swung himself onto the saddle.

With his life on the line, there was no saving the Van. Staying alive mattered most!

The next second, the little blue bicycle shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow. Its speed abruptly surged past a hundred kilometers per hour, and it hurtled forward like a launching rocket.

"Fuck! Was that a bicycle?"

The first person Yang Yong was about to catch up to was a man riding a Motorcycle.

When he saw Yang Yong, who had been in last place, about to overtake him, malice immediately emboldened him. He yanked the fire axe hanging at his waist free and hurled it viciously at Yang Yong, trying to stop him from passing.

After all, everyone understood that rule of survival in the Apocalypse!

When a tiger was chasing you, you didn't need to outrun the tiger. You only needed to outrun your teammates!

Unfortunately, Yang Yong was no ordinary person!

Seeing the fire axe hurtling toward him, Yang Yong stretched out his right hand as he rapidly approached. A brilliant light flashed, and a pair of scissors instantly appeared in his palm-none other than the Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors.

Snip!

Golden and yellow light intertwined, shearing viciously toward the fire axe.

With a sharp crack, the fire axe was cut in two on the spot.

Immediately afterward, bang!

Another shearing strike!

The Motorcycle's tire was shredded outright.

The Motorcycle lost its balance and violently toppled over. The man screamed as he tumbled to the ground. Before he could get up, a deafening roar erupted behind him!