Though full of questions, the Survival Convoy's vehicles still stopped, one after another.
The screech of brake pads dragged on through the tunnel.
"Fuck! What's going on? Keep moving!"
Behind them, drivers from the other convoys blared their horns deafeningly. Their curses bounced between the narrow tunnel walls, blending into a muffled, rumbling thunder.
The moment Cao Xianming's vehicle stopped.
The Demoness Pickup Truck following close behind it stopped too, and the entire convoy abruptly froze in place.
The ragtag convoys and scattered survivors behind them were all forcibly trapped inside this pitch-black cavern.
The dark tunnel had already been suffocating, its air thick with damp mildew and the lingering stink of gasoline.
The instant they were forced to stop, that pent-up tension exploded.
"Motherfucker, are you trying to get killed? Stopping in a tunnel to wait for death?"
"If you don't move, I'm ramming my way through!"
Curses flew.
The uproar rose in waves. Quite a few people had already unbuckled their seat belts, ready to storm out and demand an explanation.
But the moment their feet touched the ground, they looked up and saw that killing machine atop the Demoness Pickup Truck...
Wang Ying.
She simply stood on the roof, the Black Gold Bone Blade in her hand still sheathed, hanging loosely at her side.
The headlights stretched her shadow long and thin.
She said nothing, not even sparing them a glance, but the icy killing intent tempered through mountains of corpses and seas of blood pinned every one of those impulsive feet to the ground.
The cursing continued, but at least no one dared actually rush over.
Inside the Off-Road Vehicle's cab, Cao Xianming seemed busy with something important, paying no heed to the commotion behind him.
Wang Ying disliked talking, so Qi Peiliang was the only