Cao Xianming did not answer immediately.
He stared fixedly at the Data Model in his palm.
The numbers flickered.
Green, yellow, orange...
Finally, they stopped at a glaring figure. 57%.
Below sixty percent.
That meant variables.
A great many uncontrollable variables.
The wind outside the cave suddenly grew grating, as though something were crawling along the ground.
Cao Xianming's Adam's apple bobbed.
He remembered the news he had just received...
Those immortals in the northeast had existed before the apocalypse.
They were not things that had only emerged after the Blood Moon, but beings that had truly cultivated for many years.
And that giant rat was one of the Gray Immortals.
A genuine immortal.
Only, after being corrupted by the Blood Moon, it had become something even more disgusting.
Cao Xianming squeezed his eyes shut.
Wei Yu had three immortals backing him. That was no weak lineup.
But if proper immortals really could deal with these mutated creatures easily, they would not have been driven out of the northeast.
Turning evil doubled your combat power...
That sort of tired trope was not remotely funny in reality.
A faint change in temperature came from his palm.
The Data Model shifted again.
56%.
Still dropping.
Cao Xianming felt a chill creep up his spine.
A thought suddenly surfaced...
Leave.
Take everyone and leave right now.
Get away from here. The farther, the better.
But where could he go?
Ahead lay swarms of mutant rats, packed together like a black tide.
Behind lay countless Eerie, hidden in the Blood Moon's shadows, ready to pounce at any moment.
He had led the convoy into a pocket, and its opening was tightening.
55%.
Cao Xianming abruptly clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.
No.
The data didn't lie.
He had calculated it at the start. This