"Who has inside information?"
"......"
Then someone else asked out of curiosity.
Who knows?
"Could it be that we left late?"
"......"
Some people speculate.
The survivors in the area where the ramen-haired guy was located all remained silent on this topic.
"Hehe, I'm actually quite looking forward to seeing if these two powerful individuals will meet up ahead and start fighting over the energy of those monsters along the roadside!"
Some people said with schadenfreude.
The instant noodle head continued its journey.
It took another half a day to drive.
Finally, a small white armored motorhome sped ahead.
There were also some black spots printed on the car body.
It looks like a zebra galloping at full speed.
When the man with the ramen-noodle hair saw the vehicle ahead, his heart skipped a beat.
If someone could see his face at this moment.
Then, you will definitely find out.
The expression on his face at that moment was incredibly interesting.
This is the car of that sick young man.
"No wonder the vehicles and bodies of the first survivors who entered through the entrance were cut in half. It really was this guy."
Paomiantou clenched his teeth, a vague unease creeping into his heart.
Despite having prayed a thousand times in his heart that he would never run into this person.
However, now that he had encountered the situation, he couldn't just back down.
So what if you're the first to arrive at the divine city?
It's not about who gets there first and who is stronger.
Ye Li is a case in point.
The instant noodle head sped up again.
They quickly caught up with the zebra crossing.
When his gaze shifted to the side.
His pupils dilated again.
The young man who looked extremely sick was not in the car.
Instead... he's pulling the cart from the front?
He was tied to a tow rope, pulling the RV behind him.
It has no armor whatsoever.
With only the physical body.
It was speeding along, pulling a small armored motorhome.
His steps were steady and powerful, each step like a heavy hammer striking the ground, making a "thump thump" sound.
Hehe~
The sickly young man looked relaxed.
It can even grin at the ramen noodle hair.
"You're too slow! I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
The sickly young man slightly curled the corners of his mouth.
Coupled with his sickly pale face.
It looks like a demon baring its fangs as it devours a person.
Faced with the provocation of the sickly young man, the man with the ramen-noodle hair remained silent.
The sickly young man continued, "Why aren't you on your own path? What are you doing here? Looking for thrills?"
The man with the ramen-noodle-shaped hair smacked his lips.
The sickly young man said, "I remember you being quite talkative?"
The man with the ramen-noodle hair stiffened and said, "I remember you don't seem to like talking nonsense. Let's have a race to see who's faster. Only the fastest gets the prize."
That's all.
The instant noodle head pushes speed to the extreme.
They sped off up the mountain like a whirlwind.
To slow down the pace of the sick young man.
The man with the ramen-noodle-shaped hair deliberately stood in front of the sickly young man.
Flames were rising from beneath his feet.
Melt the ice.
Even if a sickly young person is incredibly powerful, they are still just a physical being. They can't possibly fly, can they?
"Hmph, interesting!"
The sickly young man chuckled softly.
Take a piece of meat out of the spatial ring.
A piece of raw meat.
Put it in your mouth.
I chewed it twice.
I don't know if I chewed it properly, I just swallowed it.
"Boom!"
A powerful energy erupted from the sick young man's body.
The terrifying energy fluctuations made the man with the ramen-noodle-shaped hairpin unsteady, nearly causing him to stumble and fall.
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