The walkie-talkie fell silent for a few seconds.
During those seconds, the convoy sped through the sunlight, the roar of engines filling the silence.
Then Cao Xianming spoke.
"Mang Dabiao, keep watching it.
With as much of your seal undone as it is now, it can't hurt you."
The corner of Mang Dabiao's mouth twitched.
Ten thousand curses surged to his throat, but he forced them back down.
Inside his body, the Evil-Slaying Blade kept drawing in Blood Moon Energy. He could feel his strength awakening little by little, like a frozen body slowly regaining sensation.
But it was far too early to say anything about it being "unable to hurt him."
Still, he didn't dwell on it.
Because he understood what Cao Xianming meant...
He wasn't being told to risk his life, but to keep his eyes fixed on that figure and stop it from slipping out of the rearview mirror into another vehicle.
Mang Dabiao might not be good at much else, but once he latched on, refusing to let go was in his bones.
Meanwhile, Yang Yong was trying something else.
A thought occurred to him:
If that Obsession Aggregate could move between vehicles, darting through places with images like rearview mirrors, dashcams, and reversing camera displays...
Could those three in the Three-Yang God-Sealing Banner do the same?
He turned his wrist, and a streak of red light flew out of the banner.
The Red-Clothed Female Ghost landed in the passenger seat, her long hair hanging over half her deathly pale face, leaving only one pitch-black eye exposed.
She was the strongest of the three female ghosts, and also the most obedient...
If "obedient" could be used to describe a malevolent ghost.
Yang Yong pointed at the rearview mirror.
"Go in."
Without the slightest hesitation, the Red-Clothed