Danger was concentrated up ahead.
It was a little sparser on the left.
There was a relatively safe passage on the right.
He kept making minute adjustments to the steering wheel, searching for the safest route through the perilous sea of trees.
"Thank you," Qi Peiliang said to the rearview mirror.
Everyone in the Survival Convoy performed their assigned duties.
Yang Yong and Wang Ying rapidly cleared the road ahead.
Yang Yong's Heavenly Dragon Slash Flying Daggers circled and danced around him, severing roots wherever they passed.
Wang Ying's blade flashed even faster, clearing a whole swath with each slash.
Meanwhile, Yang Yong kept collecting the severed branches and roots, along with countless evil ghosts beneath the trees.
The mouth of the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace was like a bottomless pit, sucking everything inside.
Branches, roots, skeletons, bone fragments, rotting flesh-all of it was sucked in.
Then it was refined into some sort of material.
The Data Model in Cao Xianming's hands ran rapid calculations as he continually relayed directions to Yang Yong and the others.
The data constructed a crimson three-dimensional model before him.
The model kept changing, countless streams of data flickering and dancing across it.
Cao Xianming stared at the crimson Data Model without blinking.
"Go right."
The Demoness Pickup Truck immediately turned its steering wheel.
"You're off course. Keep going right."
The vehicle tilted to the right.
"Off course again. A little to the left."
The Demoness Pickup Truck corrected back again.
Cao Xianming kept calculating.
He needed to calculate the weakest point in this eerie giant tree's sea-of-trees domain.
At this moment, his data baseline was still the set of values from before Yang Yong had devoured that white bone finger.
Calculating from that data, even if they found a weak point in this sea-of-trees domain,