Wu Pifu sat atop the roof of the foremost vehicle, watching the convoy move steadily forward.
Along the way, he spotted two separate unmanned convoys.
The first had only a few trucks, while the second was a full set—sixteen trucks in all.
All completely empty, all driving automatically.
But the moment it was confirmed that no one was inside the driver cabins, these vehicles would immediately halt and remain utterly motionless.
A chill ran down the spines of all the androids.
Where before they had been joking and chatting, now an eerie silence fell upon the entire group.
Not just them—even Wu Pifu himself felt a deep, primal fear stirring inside.
Fear of death was one thing; this unknown dread was quite another.
Pollution.
The Lost Pollution.
Its mechanisms, its effects, its consequences—Wu Pifu knew nothing at all.
Though he had faced an attack of Lost Pollution once, during that encounter, he hadn’t dared to even glance at it directly.
Closing off his five senses and his sixth sense, he relied solely on his martial intuition to engage it.
Even so, his body and spirit had undergone a distorted mutation.
Now, however, he was certain the Lost Pollution’s true target was not him.