Apart from Convoy Supervisor Lao Zhang, every last one of them was ashen-faced, their lips trembling as they stammered out broken sentences.
Fear was like an invisible hand clamped tightly around each of their throats.
The sight shook every Transcendent to the core as well.
At that moment, a trace of relief rose in all their hearts.
Thank goodness.
Thank goodness there had been no Curio Materials among the supplies those women had offered to trade.
If there had been...
What Transcendent could have resisted?
Then the people lying on the ground, being bitten to death by invisible monsters, would probably have been someone else.
He Jing, standing nearby, was especially shaken. She lightly patted her chest with one hand and murmured, still frightened, "Thank goodness... thank goodness those people didn't offer any Curios for trade..."
Otherwise, with her nearly insane obsession with Curios, she absolutely could not have resisted.
She definitely would have traded.
Now, everyone feared for their own lives.
An absurd, sickening feeling weighed heavily on every heart.
In the Apocalypse, although order had collapsed, people had still retained some laughable semblance of basic decency.
But now?
Even trading with another convoy could get them unknowingly caught in a trap, afflicted with a deadly curse.
Who would dare trade with outsiders after this?
Where could they even turn for justice?
Robbing people outright would have been fine instead.
Trading honestly, on the other hand, cost them their lives.
At that moment, everyone felt as though they had swallowed a live fly. They were utterly sickened.
"Uncle Zhang!"
Cao Xianming turned and seized Convoy Supervisor Lao Zhang's hand.
His voice trembled, but he still forced himself to offer reassurance. "I'll do everything I can!"
"I'll find a way to break it!"
"Every form of Sequence Transcendence has incredible