Yang Yong immediately planted the Three-Yang God-Sealing Banner in the truck's frame.
In an instant, the Pickup Truck's speed shot up to three hundred kilometers an hour!
Within moments, the jolting left Yang Yong and Chen Gen dizzy in the truck bed.
It took them quite a while to recover.
Yang Yong stared at Chen Gen and asked, "Quick, check! Is it reacting yet?"
Chen Gen held the flesh bud in his palm.
He shook his head.
"Not yet."
"Then we're still not close enough." Yang Yong shouted at Mang Dabiao, "Dabiao! Speed up!"
Mang Dabiao floored the accelerator again.
The speedometer needle climbed wildly.
Mang Dabiao and Chen Gen could see only as far as the headlights reached.
Those two beams looked so feeble in the darkness.
They could be swallowed by the darkness at any moment.
Only Yang Yong could see into the distance, thanks to Night Eye.
Far away...
That enormous spatial rift was being forced wider and wider.
The Corpse Mass monster had already squeezed almost half its body through!
Only Yang Yong could see this clearly.
He saw what seemed to be something attacking the Corpse Mass monster fiercely from behind.
Many of the corpses on the part of its body wedged into the spatial rift had been sliced to pieces, reduced to minced flesh.
Even so, it was still desperately squeezing as much of its body through as it could.
It looked as though it were fleeing for its life.
"Anything yet?"
Every so often, Yang Yong would ask Chen Gen that same question.
Yet...
All he got were shakes of the head.
Chen Gen had no idea how far this flesh bud from the Whale Lord could sense the Corpse Mass monster.
Last time...
They had been close enough to see the Corpse