"What is it?"
"I don't know."
Qi Peiliang's lips were trembling.
"But I sensed it. Very faint, very deep. But it's moving."
He paused.
"It's burrowing upward."
Everyone's gaze swung down to the grass beneath their feet.
The grassland stretched as far as the eye could see.
It was as quiet as a painting.
But at that moment, everyone had the same illusion...
The ground beneath their feet was trembling slightly.
Something was about to burrow out of the earth.
What exactly was it?
It took only an instant.
Yang Yong felt it...
No, every Sequence Transcendent felt it...
A faint tremor came through the soles of their feet, very slight.
As though something had rolled over deep beneath the soil.
The next second, Qi Peiliang's roar blasted through the loudspeaker: "An Eerie! An Eerie is coming! Everyone, run!"
The moment he finished, the entire Survival Convoy erupted like a hornet's nest that had been prodded.
"An Eerie?"
"An Eerie is coming?"
"Get in the vehicles! Hurry!"
Panic exploded across every face.
Someone fell and crawled toward a vehicle door on all fours;
Someone clutched supplies, desperately stuffing them into a vehicle;
Someone was shouting, their voice already cracking, as shrill as nails scraping glass.
The people of the Survival Convoy rushed into the vehicles one after another.
Then...
Silence fell.
The vehicles didn't move.
Inside the bus, a man abruptly stood up, veins bulging along his neck. "Old Yang! An Eerie is coming! Why the fuck aren't you driving? Waiting to die?"
Old Yang didn't answer.
He turned his head, his face too pale to look alive.
Everyone's gaze traveled down past his stiff neck and landed on the steering wheel.
A Climbing Vine rested there.
Green and tender, as though it had just reached out of some garden.