Inside the Military Camp Palace, Xiao Ying turned to Corpse Ancestor Jiang Chen. "My lord, they've fled. Should we follow them too?"
This time, Jiang Chen nodded.
And so, the Second-Generation Zombies started their vehicles one after another, leisurely following behind.
Jiang Chen drew back his hand, and the entire Military Camp Palace instantly shrank to the size of a box, which he took into his palm.
He began walking in the direction the Survival Convoy had fled.
He seemed to be taking a casual stroll, yet his speed actually kept him comfortably ahead of the Second-Generation Zombies under his command.
Just then, Jiang Chen sensed a Black Hole appearing in the distance.
He waved his hand, and an invisible barrier instantly concealed all their auras, without letting a trace escape.
The Goat Eerie, who had just stepped into the spatial passage and emerged from it again, seemed to sense something.
He abruptly turned his head and looked toward Jiang Chen.
His gaze darkened, and he extended his aura.
Once, twice, three times...
Nothing unusual.
Perhaps I was mistaken, the Goat Eerie thought.
He even found himself an explanation...
Perhaps he had been so angry that he had imagined it.
With that thought, the Goat Eerie hesitated no longer and turned to pursue the fleeing Survival Convoy.
Soon.
He spotted the convoy desperately fleeing in the distance.
Now, instead, he was in no hurry to attack.
The idea of playing cat and mouse slowly emerged from his twisted heart.
He extended a hand.
Above his palm, a mass of black mist began to swirl and churn.
"Go."
With a flick of his hand, he sent the black mist spreading instantly.
Every hair on the fleeing Survival Convoy members' bodies suddenly stood on end at the same instant.
Yang Yong