"Hurry up... hurry up!"

Chen Ye was being dragged by two Fog Slaves into the thick fog.

The Fog Slave who looked very much like Old Bao seemed to be muttering something softly under its breath.

Perhaps it was because it was a new Fog Slave.

Old Bao's face flickered several times within the dense fog of its head before Chen Ye finally recognized it.

"Old Bao..."

Chen Ye tried to communicate with Old Bao.

But the Fog Slave Old Bao didn't respond, only repeating the same phrase in its mouth: "Hurry up... hurry up..."

The head formed from thick fog would sometimes show a pair of hollow eyes, other times a silently screaming mouth.

And Old Bao's terrified face.

But this face was constantly dissipating.

It seemed to be Old Bao's lingering consciousness, trying to warn Chen Ye about something, but unable to convey a complete message.

Seeing that he was about to be dragged into the fog, Chen Ye could only abandon the idea of communication.

Although he didn't know what these Fog Slaves intended to do by dragging him deep into the fog.

It definitely wouldn't be anything good.

Chen Ye's entire body transformed into blue smoke and dissipated on the spot.

The two Fog Slaves stared blankly at their own blurry arms, momentarily unsure how to react.

They seemed puzzled about where the person had gone!

A wisp of blue smoke slipped into the driver's cabin of the Apocalyptic Pickup Truck, the smoke roiling and churning on the driver's seat before condensing into a human figure.

It was Chen Ye.

The ability to transform into blue smoke was highly practical.

It had a unique advantage when disengaging from battle or quickly repositioning on the battlefield.

It often achieved surprisingly effective results!

None of the three skills of the Sequence 2 Mist Barrier Master were powerful combat abilities.

But each ability was extremely practical.

If used well together, they could produce unexpected effects on the battlefield or in daily life.

Just like Squad Leader Chu Che's Marking ability, which was practically useless in direct combat against enemies.

But in transmitting information or managing team members, it was remarkably effective.

A saying circulated among Superhumans: there are no garbage abilities, only unsuitable application scenarios.

Depress the clutch, step on the gas! Shift gears!

The tires of the Apocalyptic Pickup Truck screeched against the ground, producing a burning odor, as the entire vehicle slammed forward into the thick fog ahead, churning the mist violently.

He only had time to glance back once, seeing the densely packed Fog Slaves still behind him.

The pressure they exerted was even greater than when facing the Crawlers earlier.

The Fog Slave that had been ignited by the Blood Eye was slowly dissipating.

Could it be... that fire was needed to deal with Fog Slaves?

Just as this thought emerged, Chen Ye saw another location where the ignited Fog Slave was reforming a new body within the mist.

This... damn it...

Are Fog Slaves immortal?

The reason he was certain it was the same Fog Slave was because Chen Ye saw its swaying body was about 1.6 meters tall, thin and gaunt, looking somewhat like a middle-aged woman worn down by the daily grind of life.

Moreover, this thin, gaunt Fog Slave occasionally showed a pained middle-aged woman's face within the dense fog of its head.

It must have also recently become a Fog Slave, and it looked somewhat familiar.

It seemed to be someone from the convoy!!!

With a quick scan, Chen Ye noticed these Fog Slaves were all different.

Although Fog Slaves were just blurry, swaying humanoid outlines without clear edges.

But from their general body shapes, it was apparent these Fog Slaves had different builds.

Some were tall and thin, others short and thin.

Only occasionally would a pair of hollow eyes appear in their heads, or a silently screaming mouth would split open.

Through the rearview mirror, Chen Ye saw the Death God simulated by smoke had already cleaved several Fog Slaves in half, but it was completely useless against them.

As the mist churned, these Fog Slaves returned to their original forms.

Countless Fog Slaves swarmed toward the Death God.

One grabbed each of the Death God's arms and began dragging it deep into the fog.

The Death God's hands and feet were all large hands formed from smoke.

"Boom!"

The Death God dissipated into smoke.

But Chen Ye felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

If Fog Slaves are immortal, how the hell do you fight them?

Suddenly, Chen Ye jerked the steering wheel hard. The tires of the Apocalyptic Pickup Truck screeched piercingly against the ground, the burning odor returning.

A massive figure suddenly appeared in the thick fog ahead.

Who else could it be but that blockhead Iron Lion.

"I... you idiot, why did you come back?"

"I was afraid you'd get surrounded, hehe... it's good you're alright!"

Iron Lion chuckled foolishly.

"Get in!"

Chen Ye couldn't be bothered with arguing with Iron Lion. The Apocalyptic Pickup Truck didn't stall;instead, he pressed the accelerator hard and charged forward.

"Oh!"

Iron Lion lightly lifted his leg and jumped directly into the bed of Chen Ye's truck, making the Apocalyptic Pickup Truck groan and creak under his weight.

Fortunately, the vehicle's chassis had been modified and adapted by the System.

Otherwise, it definitely wouldn't have withstood Iron Lion's weight with that jump.

He glanced through the rearview mirror.

The Fog Slaves behind the vehicle simply watched the departing Apocalyptic Pickup Truck.

Just as Chen Ye thought he could escape these Fog Slaves.

He saw one of the Fog Slaves slightly bend over, like an athlete preparing for a sprint start.

"Damn it..."

Chen Ye cursed loudly, keeping the accelerator pressed down firmly.

The engine roared like an angry beast, making the entire vehicle body tremble slightly, clearly giving its all.

The vehicle speed continued to increase rapidly.

The current visibility couldn't possibly support driving at this speed.

Continuing like this would only lead to one outcome: a crash and death.

But at this moment, Chen Ye couldn't care about that anymore, he could only drive forward based on feel.

Fortunately, this was a four-lane road. Chen Ye glanced at the white lines on the ground and decided to just follow them.

There were also many vehicles on the street.

All were either violently shoved aside by the Apocalyptic Pickup Truck or pushed away by large hands simulated from smoke.

The vehicle body was already deformed beyond recognition.

The chassis had been reinforced, but the outer shell hadn't been strengthened.

The Fog Slaves' speed was also increasing rapidly.

And blurry figures kept emerging from the mist on both sides.

Those twisted, stiff figures, with their heads occasionally showing distorted eyes and silently screaming mouths, created a powerful visual impact!

Suddenly, a massive dump truck appeared ahead.

Chen Ye's heart skipped a beat. His vehicle's body, aside from the chassis, hadn't been reinforced. If they collided with the dump truck, nine times out of ten, he'd be the one dead or injured.

He exhaled a mouthful of smoke, instantly simulating a large hand that reached out to push against the dump truck. With a gentle shove, the reaction force pushed the Apocalyptic Pickup Truck, swaying as it narrowly avoided the collision.

Chen Ye sucked in a sharp breath.

Iron Lion, on the other hand, got scraped hard by the dump truck's corner, but it only left a shallow white mark on his skin.

"Boom!"

A thunderous roar, the entire vehicle body shook violently.

That familiar sound—no need to think, he knew that blockhead Iron Lion had activated his Flesh and Blood Armament ability.

An air cannon blasted directly into the group of Fog Slaves.

Shattering over a dozen Fog Slaves into pieces.

The shattered Fog Slaves reformed not far away, charging forward silently once again.

"Yezi, there are too many! We... we can't hold them off!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Several consecutive air cannons blasted out, turning the Fog Slaves at the forefront into puffs of mist.

But in the blink of an eye, they reformed and solidified again.

The Apocalyptic Pickup Truck's body shook wildly from the impacts.

Chen Ye watched as the fog churned high on the windshield, as if something was descending from above.

By the time he could see clearly, several Fog Slaves had already landed on the hood of his truck.

Between picking his nose, Chen Ye exhaled thick smoke again.

The Death God reformed once more, its scythe directly cleaving the descending Fog Slaves into fragments.

But it was completely useless.

Even as the vehicle passed through the fog, countless Fog Slaves surged from the mist on both sides.

And the Fog Slaves seemed to be increasing in number.

Wherever the mist existed, Fog Slaves were endless.

For the first time, Chen Ye felt three minutes could be so incredibly long.

Gritting his teeth, his right hand gripping the steering wheel, the machete on his back instantly left its sheath, guided by the willow branch as it slashed toward the nearest Fog Slave.