Yang Yong's heart nearly leaped out of his chest.
He saw with his own eyes that the right rear wheel of Wang Ying's off-road vehicle was already hanging in midair, its body teetering on the edge of the roadbed.
"Wang Ying...!"
Before Yang Yong's shout had faded, a figure of steel had already charged out.
It was Zheng Xiaofeng!
He sprinted at full speed, his feet stamping two deep depressions into the ground as he shot toward Wang Ying's off-road vehicle like a cannonball.
As he charged, iron armor had already covered both his arms. His muscles swelled to their limit, veins bulging like snakes beneath his iron-gray skin.
"Get... back here!"
Zheng Xiaofeng seized the off-road vehicle's rear bumper. His feet plowed two deep furrows through the ground as he forcibly dragged the vehicle, weighing over two tons, back from the edge of the roadbed!
The whole process took barely three seconds.
Wang Qian slumped in the driver's seat, her face as white as paper.
And at that very moment, every survivor inside the vehicles heard a sound...
A soft sigh.
It carried resentment, reluctance, and something impossible to put into words.
It sounded like disappointment, or as though it were saying...
Why?
Why? Why won't you stay and keep me company?
The sigh seemed to pour straight into their brains, bypassing their ears and any medium of transmission, simply appearing out of nowhere in the depths of everyone's consciousness.
Fear, like an invisible hand, slowly tightened around everyone's heart.
This was true terror.
Not a sudden fright, not a bloody sight...
But the utter helplessness of not knowing where the other party was, what it was, or what it wanted.
"Old Cao!" Yang Yong shouted through gritted teeth. "Have you figured anything out?! What the hell is this