Yang Yong's gaze roamed the distant horizon.
In his eyes, those five fleeing vehicles had not originally been heading in the same direction.
Two charged straight toward the rear right, another veered left, and the other two veered right, each fleeing separately.
But something strange happened.
Those five vehicles seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, silently changing direction.
The distances between them grew smaller and smaller...
Like five iron filings slowly drawn toward a massive magnet, they converged in the same direction.
Yang Yong's pupils contracted slightly.
So that was it.
The drivers of those five vehicles had already fallen victim without realizing it.
That thing might have begun affecting people's perceptions and judgment from several kilometers away.
Without a sound or a trace.
An icy chill shot up Yang Yong's spine.
This distance was still nowhere near safe enough.
"Faster."
He patted the roof of the cab, his voice indifferent.
The Demoness Pickup Truck, neglected by its master for so long, finally had a chance to show what it could do.
Its engine let out a low roar, like a beast that had been held back for far too long finally breaking free of its reins.
Its speed soared, the needle on the dashboard swinging wildly to the right.
One hundred eighty, two hundred, two hundred twenty...
The blue body almost turned into a streak of light, skimming swiftly over the ground.
That made things hard for the vehicles following behind.
The off-road vehicle fared all right. Though it struggled to keep up, it could just about manage.
But the large truck carrying Long Ya and the others could not.
For such a cumbersome hunk of iron, a hundred and twenty was already the limit. The engine's roar sounded as though it might fall apart at any