At the end of the road ahead.
There really were a few dim yellow lights.
They flickered in the darkness.
Like hope suddenly shining in a desperate situation.
Were those headlights?
Had they... run into another convoy of survivors?
Yang Yong's heart pounded wildly.
Perhaps whether they survived tonight depended on this convoy that had suddenly appeared!
"Get closer to them!"
Yang Yong pointed at the headlights ahead and roared at Mang Dabiao.
"Speed up! Get over there!"
Mang Dabiao's eyes were bloodshot. He slammed down on the accelerator, and the Farm Vehicle roared toward the lights.
"Here comes your Lord Biao, you little punks!"
Yang Yong picked up the megaphone and loudly notified the entire convoy.
"Another convoy spotted ahead!"
"Everyone stay alert! Prepare to rendezvous!"
As his words fell.
The people who had been fleeing for their lives all raised their heads to look at the faint lights in the distance.
Some were wary, some hopeful, and some began entertaining other thoughts.
The Survival Convoy's miserable condition was plain to see.
Its Transcendents were either dead, unconscious, or crippled. Only Yang Yong was still holding on.
Staying with a convoy like this meant almost certain death.
If they could meet another intact group of survivors, perhaps...
They could seize the chance to leave and seek a way to survive.
For a moment, everyone's thoughts shifted, each harboring their own schemes.
The Farm Vehicle closed in at a frantic pace.
But.
What made both their hearts sink was-
The other convoy was also charging toward them at tremendous speed.
Even more urgently, even more frantically than they were.
"Something's wrong!"
Mang Dabiao's expression changed, and he turned to Yang Yong.
"Boss, they're coming way too fast. Could it be a trap?"
Yang Yong knitted his brows, having noticed the