Yang Yong sat cross-legged on the roof of the Demoness Pickup Truck. Behind him, the Heavenly Dragon Slash snapped open.
Two metallic wings gleamed coldly.
Throwing knives shot out from between the wings one after another, shrieking through the air and slashing hard into the vines.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Every severed vine oozed thick sap from the cut.
The convoy pushed onward like this.
Yang Yong raised his head and looked ahead...
They were almost at the summit.
He thought that once they crossed this mountain and reached its shaded side, there probably wouldn't be so many vines.
He remembered what his geography textbook had taught him:
South-facing slopes received plenty of sunlight and had lush trees;
north-facing slopes received less light, and their vegetation was short and sparse.
Just then.
Without warning, someone's gaze fell on his back.
The feeling of being watched was like a cold snake slowly crawling up his spine toward the back of his head.
Yang Yong whipped his head around!
His gaze swept over like a blade...
Deep in the forest, a figure in tattered clothes flashed past.
The figure moved in an extremely strange way. It didn't seem to be running, but rather gliding somehow.
It vanished so quickly that it seemed never to have existed.
Yang Yong thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.
He stared fixedly in that direction without blinking.
He watched for a full ten seconds.
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Only a lone vine swayed gently in the wind.
Yang Yong frowned.
Something was strange.
But never mind.
There was only the feeling of being watched, without that instinctive terror that made his hair stand on end and his heart clench...
It probably wasn't an Eerie.
He suppressed the trace of unease in his heart and said nothing.