The others were hardly any better off. They slumped on the ground, muttering:
"It's over... it's over... there's no hope left..."
One of them even stood up, pointed in the direction where the Demoness Pickup Truck had disappeared, and cursed at the top of his lungs:
"May you die horrible deaths! Horrible deaths!!"
"You Transcendents all deserve to die! Every last..."
All that despair poured out in curses.
And at that very moment...
In the distance, Mist appeared.
A hole opened in the barrier.
A locomotive emerged.
Then...
A fishing line silently extended out of the void and looped around the man who was cursing...
Yanking him straight into the void!
The man vanished into thin air before he could even scream.
The few remaining people, who had already resigned themselves to death, watched without any reaction.
They neither cried nor laughed, neither fled nor shouted.
They had gone completely numb.
Only one of the younger ones, thinking some Eerie was at work, scrambled backward frantically across the bone-covered ground.
But the next moment...
The fishing line extended out of the void again, looped around him, and swept him away too.
After that, the fishing line struck again and again.
It targeted the ordinary people from the Score-Chasing Convoy who were still on the bone-covered ground, one after another.
It pulled them away one by one.
Even the four who had abandoned Ye Zefeng to chase the Off-Road Vehicle were not left behind.
Inside the Demoness Pickup Truck...
Yang Yong had been keeping watch on their surroundings.
The moment the fishing line appeared, he knew.
A Sequence Transcendent aboard the Never-Ending Steam Train had made a move.
That fishing line had delivered a walkie-talkie to him before.
Yang Yong was quite curious about just what Sequence ability could shatter the