Far away, at the edge of the grassland, the setting sun was red as blood.
Night was coming.
The Blood Moon would rise, too.
And beneath its light, something was awakening.
Yang Yong could feel it.
That chill seeped out from his marrow.
It was not fear.
It was something deeper.
His body was instinctively warning him...
A great terror lay ahead.
But they had no way back.
The convoy's wheels rolled over the withered yellow grass.
Heading toward an unknown abyss.
Behind them, the explosions of those Red-Eyed Rabbits still seemed to echo faintly.
Like some kind of omen.
Or some kind of warning.
Nothing on this grassland was safe.
Even what seemed most harmless...
Could take your life the very next second.
Night fell.
The red light of the Blood Moon spilled down.
Yang Yong looked up at the sky.
That blood-colored moon resembled some enormous eye.
Coldly watching this land.
Watching them.
Watching everything.
Inside the bus, Yezi's ten-meter ghost domain still enveloped them.
That eerie green glow looked particularly uncanny beneath the Blood Moon.
Lao Zhang and the others, fifteen people in all, huddled inside the ghost domain.
Their faces bore the relief of having survived a disaster.
Little did they know that the true horror...
Still awaited them ahead.
Cao Xianming's data model continued to rotate in his palm.
That blank region was like a black hole.
Devouring every piece of data that tried to probe it.
He dared not make any more projections.
The feeling of being watched had still not faded.
It was as though...
That entity had already noticed them.
The convoy continued onward.
Beneath the Blood Moon.
Across the grassland.
Toward an unknowable fate.
The Survival Convoy sped across the grassland.
Without Cao Xianming's orders, no one dared stop.
The engines'