Beneath that broad stretch of road, several support pillars had been slashed by something unknown.
Yang Yong leaned closer for a look and sucked in a cold breath...
It looked as though claws had sliced through them. Each pillar bore three deep marks that had nearly severed it, leaving only a thin layer struggling to hold it up.
These were load-bearing pillars.
If they fell, the entire section of road above would certainly tip over.
People could walk across without a problem, but if vehicles drove over it, they were guaranteed to overturn.
A chill ran down Yang Yong's back.
Luckily, he had refined the Demoness Pickup Truck yesterday and gained a car spirit that could sense road conditions and warn him.
Otherwise, with the convoy driving across like this, its vehicles spaced dozens of meters apart...
That entire stretch of road, hundreds of meters long, would tip downward together, and the vehicles would certainly be lost.
The Transcendents might survive, but there was no telling what would happen to the ordinary people.
Thank goodness. Thank goodness.
Yang Yong immediately explained the situation over the radio.
A chorus of sharp gasps immediately came through it.
"Misfortune really does come hand in hand with good fortune.
"If that Eerie approaching beneath a dark cloud hadn't delayed us yesterday, forcing us to spend the night at the Farmstead, we would have taken this road yesterday."
Someone spoke with lingering fear. "The convoy didn't have the car spirit Deep-Blue Enchantress yesterday."
Almost everyone patted their chests, trying to calm their wildly pounding hearts.
Soon, Cao Xianming's voice came through, a chill beneath his utterly objective tone. "According to the data, the entire stretch of road would tip over as the convoy's second vehicle crossed...
"Approximately 357 meters of road would collapse.
"At that