One of the survivors heard the noise behind him, glanced at the rearview mirror, and his relaxed body tensed up instantly. He sat up straight instinctively and shouted, "What kind of car is that?"

Upon hearing the sound, the other survivors also looked in their rearview mirrors. When they saw the enormous vehicle hurtling towards them, kicking up billowing iron sand, their eyes widened in disbelief: "Holy crap, is this a vehicle that survivors can drive?"

"Impossible. There's no vehicle like this in the upgrade vehicle categories. Even Ye Shen's car isn't this big."

"Run! Run! It's definitely those robots..."

"..."

Everyone was terrified, their hearts pounding as if they were about to leap out of their throats.

Their eyes widened, cold sweat poured down their foreheads, and they frantically fiddled with the steering wheel and accelerator, wishing they could stomp the accelerator into the gas tank.

The trauma those robots inflicted on them last night is still vivid in their minds.

However, despite their desperate acceleration, the massive double-decker armored vehicle behind them remained a constant companion, drawing ever closer.

"Damn it! I can't outrun him at all!"

Someone shouted in despair.

Ye Li looked at the fleeing vehicles ahead and smiled slightly, "Hehe, it seems that the driver in front is a survivor."

None of the robots I've encountered these past two days have shown any fear; they seem oblivious to any difference in strength.

If they encounter any survivors, they will stop their vehicles without hesitation to block and attack them.

Watching the survivors fleeing in disarray, Ye Li suddenly felt a mischievous urge.

He deliberately slowed down, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far from the survivors, and then honked his car horn every now and then.

"Beep, beep~"

"Beep, beep~"

"..."

The piercing sound of car horns echoed in the air, like a death knell, making people's hearts pound.

Every time the car horn sounded, it further strained the already tense nerves of the survivors.

"Damn it, I can't take this anymore. There are five of us and only one car on the other side. Let's take them down, guys."

Finally, under the double blow of mental exhaustion and torment, some survivors could no longer bear it and shouted loudly to embolden themselves and their companions.

The enormous creature behind them was clearly faster, yet it simply followed behind, neither attacking nor overtaking them, like a cat chasing a mouse—clearly a deliberate attempt to fool them.

"Okay!" the other survivors agreed.

"Screech~" With a piercing screech of brakes, the survivor who couldn't hold back first slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a stop in the middle of the road.

He casually grabbed the AK from the passenger seat, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

However, when he looked up, none of the survivors in his team stopped; they were all still fleeing into the distance.

They didn't even bother to look back, leaving behind only a trail of dust.

The man's face turned deathly pale instantly, a mixture of fear and rage gripping his heart. He cursed, "Damn it! You beast!"

What happened to the deep brotherhood we were promised?

What happened to the promise of sharing life and death?

What happened to the promise of living and dying together?

In less than a day, they've already scattered and fled when disaster struck?

The courage the man had just mustered crumbled instantly; his hands went limp, and he almost dropped the AK.

He hurriedly stepped on the gas, trying to escape.

However, before he could pick up speed, a huge black shadow had already enveloped his SUV, completely covering its body.

The terrifying sense of oppression was as if one were standing under an insurmountable chasm, making it hard to breathe.

The man's heart skipped a beat, his mind went blank, and all that remained was endless panic.

It was a helpless fear that made him dare not resist in the slightest.