Behind them, that eerie aura drew closer and closer, so intense it almost seemed to touch everyone's skin.
Those at lower Sequence levels had already begun to feel dizzy and nauseated, while ordinary people were practically suffocating.
Qi Peiliang could no longer sit still, either.
He belonged to the Pathfinder Sequence, and his perception of danger was far sharper than most people's.
Now, the pressure surging toward them from behind was already intense enough to make his scalp prickle.
"Captain Cao! Where's our way out? There's nothing here. Are we supposed to keep running forward?"
An endless expanse of flat grassland stretched before them.
Even if they kept running, where could they go?
Cao Xianming did not answer.
He looked down at the Data Model in his hand, which stubbornly displayed the same result, and closed his eyes for a moment.
Data didn't lie!!!
He had once led everyone to witness a miracle.
This time... a miracle would surely happen again.
The Monk reached into his robes and gripped something.
The Taoist Ma Xiaotong tightly pinched a somewhat worn Talisman between her fingers, her knuckles white.
As for the others...
Yang Yong, Wang Ying, Zheng Xiaofeng, Zhang Bihuang, Xiao Yuxia...
None of them spoke.
They simply watched the taillights of Cao Xianming's Off-Road Vehicle ahead in silence.
They were waiting.
Waiting... for a miracle.
Of course, they still had to make the necessary preparations.
Before the miracle appeared, they had to stay alive. That was the prerequisite.
At last.
Cao Xianming's fingers stopped moving.
He seemed to sense something about to descend.
He raised his head, a strange light flickering in his eyes.
He picked up the radio, his voice carrying an uncontrollable tremor.
It was not fear, but a kind of... anticipation suppressed to its limit.
"Everyone, watch closely."