"Shh!"
That single sound, cold as an icicle, stabbed straight into their eardrums.
Yang Yong instantly held his breath, every muscle in his body tensing.
He knew Cao Xianming's temperament all too well.
This man of the Data Analyst Sequence had always been calm to the point of near indifference. He would never silence the entire Survival Convoy without reason.
He slowly raised his head and looked toward the water in the daylight so faint it was barely visible.
The next second.
Yang Yong's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart abruptly stopped.
A dark shape, immense beyond comprehension, was slowly gliding beneath the water beside the convoy.
What was that?
Its mountain-sized body blotted out the sky, even pressing the water's surface into a bottomless hollow.
It made no sound, yet carried a terrifying pressure that seemed capable of crushing everything.
Its mere existence made their hair stand on end and their souls tremble.
Yang Yong clamped a hand over his mouth, his fingers digging into his flesh without him even noticing the blood seeping out.
He dared not breathe, move, or even blink.
If they made the slightest sound and drew that thing's attention...
Nothing would remain of their entire convoy, not even scraps.
Fortunately.
The dark shape was merely passing by, its enormous body gradually disappearing into the depths of the darkness.
Yang Yong was just about to let out a breath, his fear not yet subsiding, when another dark shape slowly swam past beneath the water.
Just as grotesquely shaped.
Just as enormous as a mountain.
Then came a third, a fourth...
One after another, without end.
Like an army of ancient behemoths that had crawled out of hell, parading along the bottom of this lake that had suddenly appeared.
"Holy shit..."
Cold sweat soaked Yang Yong's