"One more thing."
Yang Yong's voice grew grave.
"I'll only cut the threads above the heads of your convoy's Transcendents."
"As for the ordinary people in your convoy..."
His gaze swept over the figures cowering in the darkness as he said, enunciating every word:
"They'll have to rely on themselves."
Before Ye Zefeng could react, the ordinary people in the Score-Chasing Convoy erupted.
"What?"
"Why?"
"Why do you get to cut theirs but not ours?"
Desperate questions rose one after another in the darkness.
Yang Yong looked coldly at them and asked:
"Didn't you see what just happened?"
"That woman who made the biggest fuss, the one called Lei Dan."
"Even though we cut the thread above her head... she's still dying."
"Not from having her life force drained dry."
"But because the force of the backlash erupted the instant the thread was cut and struck her dead on the spot."
"Ordinary people simply don't have the physique to withstand the backlash when the thread breaks."
Yang Yong's voice pierced those ordinary people's hearts like spikes of ice:
"Even Transcendents have to endure their flesh bursting apart and rely on the Titan Sequence's terrifying regenerative power to survive it..."
"What about you?"
"Which of you could withstand that?"
Those ordinary people who had been so indignant moments earlier froze on the spot.
In the darkness, some began to sob quietly.
Some slumped to the ground, utterly lost.
Some clutched their backpacks desperately, as if they were their only lifeline.
At last, they understood...
For Transcendents, that invisible thread above their heads was a shackle they could only escape with someone else's help.
But for them...
It was a death sentence they had no way to escape.
Deathly silence filled the darkness.
Only the invisible threads overhead still writhed gently, greedily