The van had run out of fuel too.
Before this, Mang Dabiao had been using the Evil-Slaying Blade to power it.
There had only been a tiny bit of fuel left in the tank.
Liu Hong, who was riding in it, had figured they would drive as far as they could. He had not expected the tank to run completely dry before they even left this sea of trees.
Liu Hong stood on the roof, holding the Flesh-and-Blood Submachine Gun Yang Yong had lent him.
It had already absorbed the flesh from his arm and transformed into a Flesh-and-Blood Gatling.
Its barrels spun at high speed, constantly spewing flesh-and-blood projectiles that riddled the attacking roots around them with holes.
When the flesh-and-blood projectiles struck the roots, the roots convulsed violently, then exploded.
But new roots immediately surged in. There was no end to them.
Every time he pulled the trigger, Liu Hong could feel the Flesh-and-Blood Gatling drawing flesh from his arm.
The pain kept coming, but his expression had already gone numb.
Then the van suddenly stopped moving.
Its wheels spun twice, then stopped completely.
Liu Hong hurriedly shouted, "Why aren't we moving?"
Inside the van, Skinny Monkey answered loudly, "We're out of fuel!"
Liu Hong nearly spat blood in anger.
Running out of fuel in a place like this-wasn't that just waiting to die?
Before he could even say the word "gasoline"...
Suddenly, a figure riding a root came rapidly toward them through the sky.
Although that person was riding a root, she was clearly not an Eerie.
She rode a severed root, with several jets of light shooting from its tail as it flew rapidly along.
Seeing her fly over, Liu Hong hurriedly shouted at her with single-minded urgency, "We're out of fuel!"
Clearly, he could tell