It was as though the information about where those women came from had never existed in the first place, had never been asked about, and had never been answered.
Yang Yong's pupils abruptly contracted.
He forced himself to calm down and carefully recall everything from the night before.
After waking up, he had seen the Survival Convoy holding a Bonfire Party with a group of strangers...
Wouldn't a normal person's first reaction have been to ask, "Who are these people?" or "Which convoy are they from?"
But after thoroughly searching his memory, he discovered a chilling fact.
He hadn't asked.
Last night, he seemed to have subconsciously overlooked that question.
It was as though something had lightly brushed across his mind and erased the question he should have asked.
This was definitely not normal.
Yang Yong abruptly went on alert.
Could some kind of power have affected him?
Affected his judgment, affected his memory, making him take it for granted and overlook this matter?
He looked up and scanned his surroundings, his gaze passing over every face.
Whether they were Sequence Transcendents or ordinary survivors, everyone's expressions told him the same thing...
They were all the same.
Not a single person had asked where those women came from yesterday.
Of the Survival Convoy's two hundred or so people, not one had thought to ask that question.
A chill shot up from the base of Yang Yong's spine, rushed all the way up his spinal column into the back of his head, then abruptly exploded, spreading through his entire body.
To silently affect so many people at once...
It was either an Eerie with terrifying strength.
Or a high-level Sequence Transcendent.
Whichever it was, it pointed to one thing:
The being behind those women had the power to wipe out the