Chapter 1338 Clearing Obstacles

Occasionally, the strong wind roared like a mad beast, ruthlessly blowing up dust all over the sky, as if it wanted to swallow the whole world in this dim sand curtain.

The visibility, which was already blurry, was now extremely low.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had shrouded the world around the convoy in a chaotic fog.

In fact, according to common sense, the road conditions here should not be so bad.

This is not the only way to enter City N, and it can even be said to be a rather roundabout route.

Moreover, the road is narrow and rugged, far from being as well-connected as the other routes.

However, what is unexpected is that the number of vehicles gathered here is beyond imagination!

This must be the chaos left over from the period of escape.

In order to avoid the crowded main routes, people chose this seemingly deserted road with a glimmer of hope.

This is just like the holidays in prosperous times, when everyone wants to avoid the crowds and chooses to travel during off-peak hours, but the result is often that everyone coincides with the same schedule.

The same is true in this doomsday escape frenzy.

Everyone thought they had found a shortcut to survival, but they didn't expect that countless people had the same idea.

As a result, a large number of vehicles poured into this originally narrow road like a tide, making the road conditions even worse.

Vehicles collide and squeeze each other, zombies chase and block you horribly, and all kinds of dangers come.

The result is the chaotic and terrifying scene before us.

The hopes that the refugees had originally held gradually shattered like bubbles in the congestion and chaos, leaving only these cold steel wreckages.

They are like silent tombstones, witnesses of the cruelty of the end of the world.

At this moment, some people in the convoy with stronger empathy looked at the miserable scene outside the window, and their eyes gradually became moist.

There was a look of sorrow on their faces and tears in their eyes.

One of the young women covered her mouth with her hands, her body trembling slightly, her eyes full of sympathy and sadness.

“These people…are so pitiful.”

She choked and her voice had a hint of tears.

The middle-aged man next to him frowned, his eyes full of vicissitudes. He sighed heavily, "Yeah, who could have thought it would turn out like this? We are so lucky to have come this far."

His voice was low and hoarse, as if he was suppressing the pain in his heart.

This sad atmosphere permeated the carriage, so heavy that it made people breathless.

The others were also silent. They looked at the messy scene outside the window with mixed feelings.

They couldn't help but wonder, if they had not stayed in the Hope Base but chose to flee, would they have encountered such a desperate situation like these people halfway and then failed?

Those cars are like tombstones, telling of the fragility and helplessness of mankind in the doomsday, and also making them have a deeper respect for life.

At this moment, they cherish this hard-earned chance of survival even more, and pray silently in their hearts, hoping that there will be fewer tragedies like this in this cruel doomsday.

Li Luo just looked out the window quietly. Her eyes were deep and calm, like a bottomless lake.

Such scenes were commonplace to her and she had seen them too many times.

So much so that her heart seemed to be wrapped in a hard shell.

Although her heart seemed to be blocked by a huge rock and she felt a little depressed at the moment, she had already developed an extremely strong heart through the cruel baptism of the end of the world.

That is a kind of tenacity, a strength that will not be easily swallowed up by sorrow.

She knew that in this doomsday world, sadness was like a flood. If one immersed oneself in it, one would be ruthlessly drowned.

Only by living on with strength can we provide the best comfort to the deceased and the greatest hope for the living!

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As the road ahead was completely blocked by vehicle wreckage and building ruins, the convoy had to stop temporarily.

For a moment, the deafening roar of the engine gradually disappeared in the dead air, and was replaced by an eerie silence.

Only the wind, like a tireless ghost, whistled as it swept over the ruins.

At this moment, Li Luo's eyes were as firm as a burning torch, and she was the first to open the car door.

A pungent smell mixed with rotten smell and choking dust hit me in the face, like a foul-smelling claw stretched out by a devil, trying to drag me into the abyss of darkness.

But she didn't hesitate at all. She got out of the car steadily and agilely like a cheetah.

She looked at the pile of obstacles in front of her, a mess of countless vehicle wreckage and building debris. Every fragment seemed to tell of the despair of people who had once escaped.

Li Luo took a deep breath, suppressed the sadness in his heart, and quickly mobilized the surging supernatural power in his body.

A powerful force was surging in her body like a volcano about to erupt.

In an instant, an extremely powerful wind-type energy poured out from her body.

The tornado was so powerful that it seemed like a demon from the depths of hell. With the power to destroy the world, it roared madly and swept towards the abandoned vehicles and broken debris on the road.

Wherever it goes, lighter obstacles are easily picked up like fragile feathers and then thrown ruthlessly to the sides of the road.

When other psychics saw that Li Luo had already taken action, they also opened their car doors, their expressions as solemn as soldiers about to go to the battlefield.

Their eyes were filled with determination and resolve, a courage unique to those who survived the apocalypse.

The gold-type mutants walked towards the metal vehicle wreckage that was squeezed and deformed by each other with determined eyes.

In addition to unwavering determination, their eyes were filled with deep respect and compassion.

It is a respect for the lives lost and a sorrow for this doomsday tragedy.

They slowly stretched out their hands, and a mysterious and powerful force emanated from them. This force was like countless strands of silk, delicate and tough, entwined around the wreckage of the vehicle.

Under the miraculous effect of the gold-related supernatural power, the metals that had been twisted and deformed almost beyond recognition began to move as if they were given new life.

They gradually separated, twisted, and deformed, making bursts of low metallic friction sounds, as if telling of the suffering they had experienced in the past.

They carefully manipulated their supernatural powers, trying to open the vehicles and "rescue" the deceased inside.

These deceased were once vibrant lives who died in the disaster of the end of the world. Even though they have now turned into decayed bodies, they deserve final rest and respect.