Calamity spread, and life and death hung by a thread.
The survivors of the Survival Convoy and the Apocalyptic Convoy huddled deep inside the sinister Ancient House.
Everyone was deathly pale and at a loss.
A chill from the depths of their souls surged wildly up their spines-
The dormant Eerie were about to awaken.
The Ancient House's main gate was as heavy as a prison door, open by only an imperceptible crack, far from fully open.
Life or death would be decided in this instant.
Everyone stood frozen, hearts pounding, not daring even to breathe too heavily.
Amid this deathly silence and despair, a dull clattering of mechanisms suddenly came from deep inside the Ancient House, grating and eerie.
Had more rooms been pushed open?
"What's... in there?"
Everyone looked over.
The doors burst open with a crash.
The doors to two rooms had been forced open.
From one room emerged a group of young, beautiful women brimming with vitality.
They had slender figures, firm skin, and lively eyes.
They stood in stark contrast to the aged members of the Doomsday Convoy from moments earlier.
From the other room came a group of men in prison uniforms, their faces cold and hard.
Their prison uniforms were mottled with rust, exuding an oppressive air of savagery.
The moment the two convoys appeared, everyone wore astonished expressions. Still clutching unfinished food, they looked around blankly.
They had been captured and brought into the Ancient House less than a day ago.
Seeing this, Yang Yong could not help murmuring.
"These two convoys are incredibly lucky..."
They had appeared just as the Ancient House's rules were about to shatter and the Eerie were about to awaken in full.
The newcomers had not yet had time to eat much of the Ancient House's lethal