While Zhang Bihuang and Xiao Yuxia were grieving because of Yang Yong...
Ye Zefeng and the ordinary people from the Score-Chasing Convoy who had failed to board the pickup truck wore a different expression.
The Demoness Pickup Truck, which they had regarded as their hope, had been struck by a punch.
Struck by a fist that enormous.
That meant their hopes...
Had been shattered.
Worse still, right at that moment...
"Chug, chug, chug... chug, chug, chug..."
That sound rang out again.
Clearly, the Never-Ending Steam Train had completed another circuit and was rapidly returning.
And without a vehicle...
How were they supposed to use that train to escape this space?
How were they supposed to escape this ghost domain?
Panic surged through Ye Zefeng, and he immediately spat out another mouthful of blood.
"Captain!"
The people from the Peace Convoy all looked extremely anxious when they saw Ye Zefeng coughing up blood.
After all, only if Ye Zefeng refused to give up did they have a chance of surviving.
If Ye Zefeng went down...
Not a single one of them would survive.
After Ye Zefeng collapsed, everyone anxiously gathered around him, wanting to check his condition.
Among them, some looked anxious, some had shifting gazes, and some were weighing the pros and cons.
Yet Ye Zefeng seemed to have lost all his spirit and lay down completely.
Zhu Yuhao, the doctor, immediately stepped forward, supported Ye Zefeng, and gave him a quick examination before saying:
"He just passed out from a sudden surge of anger and distress."
"It's nothing serious. He'll wake up in half a day."
Half a day?
The moment they heard that, someone among the Score-Chasing Convoy's people could no longer take it.
Someone immediately stepped forward, grabbed Ye Zefeng, and shook him frantically.
"What are you