Yang Yong knew perfectly well.
This kind of pure reliance on experience.
Might let them survive by luck in the early days of the apocalypse.
But.
As time passed, the Eerie would grow stronger, their varieties stranger, and their rules deadlier.
If they kept blindly running away like this, their fate was already sealed.
Their encounter with the axe-wielding Eerie had merely brought their inevitable destruction forward.
Yang Yong also asked some roundabout questions, learning about the Sequences of the others in the Yangcheng No. 2 Middle School Convoy.
The woman holding the longbow, with her cold demeanor, was named Zhang Wenyuan.
Her Sequence was the Hunter Sequence. She specialized in tracking, concealment, and hunting, and could find traces in complex environments, serving as the team's scout and ranged combatant.
During their previous encounters with weaker Eerie, whenever avoidance proved impossible, she had usually been the one to deal with them.
The young man standing nearby, whose expression had remained gloomy the entire time, was named Shang Kai. His Sequence was even more formidable: the Fire God Sequence.
When he activated his ability, flames blazed around him as though the Fire God had descended, granting him astonishing destructive power.
As for whether the Sequence lived up to its name, and whether it could truly rival a god?
No one knew. That was simply the information the Sequence had provided upon awakening.
Yang Yong glanced lightly out of the corner of his eye.
As the three girls surrounded him, asking all sorts of questions with admiration in their eyes.
Shang Kai stood to one side, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, his eyes full of displeasure and jealousy.
Yang Yong had lived through the internet age too. He understood instantly.
Shang Kai clearly had feelings for one