Heavy, violent footsteps, carrying the rhythm of death, slowly approached from the darkness behind them.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Every step landed like a sledgehammer striking their hearts.
An icy, savage, oppressive presence swept over them.
It made every survivor's scalp prickle, frightening them out of their wits.
Yang Yong's expression changed abruptly, and he cursed inwardly:
Fuck! They just won't leave us alone!
He had never imagined that the gang of axe-wielding Eerie would actually catch up!
"It's them! Those Eerie with the axes!"
The girl from the neighboring convoy turned deathly pale and screamed.
Their earlier encounter was still vivid in her mind.
Their group of Transcendents had been utterly helpless against these axe ghosts, collapsing at the first clash and losing two people.
The despair of being surrounded and hunted, with no escape above or below.
It was etched into their bones, impossible to shake off.
Now, those terrifying ghosts had caught up again!
Eerie surrounded them on every side, blocking every gap. Where could they run?
The three teenagers exchanged glances, a trace of despair flashing in all their eyes.
They even began considering abandoning their cooperation with the Survival Convoy and fleeing on their own.
But.
They did not even have room to turn around. Even if they fled, where could they go?
Yang Yong saw their exchanged looks clearly and immediately shouted in a deep voice.
His voice cut through the ghosts' howls and the wind, making everyone's eardrums tremble:
"Don't even think about running!"
"There's no way back!"
"There are ghosts ahead and behind us! The axe ghosts behind us are ten times fiercer than the ones ahead!"
"Our only chance is to work together and charge forward, breaking through the weaker ghosts ahead!"
He was trying to bolster everyone's courage.
But.
Only he