Under Qi Peiliang and Liu Hong's leadership, they had only ever done one thing when facing the Eerie... run.
Escaping was a stroke of luck. If they failed, they could only count themselves unlucky.
Every time they went out to search for supplies, some people never came back.
Over time, "facing the Eerie" had come to mean the same thing as "death" to them.
They had never seen anything like this.
Someone had split the dark clouds with a slash from afar, sending the Eerie fleeing in utter defeat.
They looked down at the Bone Daggers clutched tightly in their hands...
Those were Curios Yang Yong had crafted, and the first lifesaving trump cards they had received after joining this convoy.
So this convoy really did have what it took to survive in this apocalypse.
Wang Ying flipped off the roof and landed back in the front passenger seat.
The Black Gold Bone Blade slid into its sheath with a soft click.
She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes to rest, leaving only a casually delivered remark.
"No need to discuss it now."
Qi Peiliang watched it all, dumbfounded. It took him a long while to recover.
He stood in the dirt, the bare soles of his feet feeling the faint warmth of the earth. The dark clouds in the distance had already shrunk to a black speck on the horizon, growing smaller and farther away.
That thing really had run away.
His entire worldview had been repeatedly crushed and reshaped that day.
He finally truly understood the weight of the words "the Survival Convoy's strongest fighter."
That was no mere title. It was a blade's gleam that could cleave dark clouds apart.
The convoy moved on.
Qi Peiliang closed his eyes and sensed carefully, confirming that