One second, two seconds, three seconds...
The person in Car No. 5 tightened their grip on their gun, Lu Xingchen stood with arms crossed and eyes closed, looking like a sage, while the tea boiler in front of them hummed with steam.
Chen Sixuan looked tense, staring ahead on the track, fearing that a terrifying monster might leap out in the next second.
One minute, two minutes, five minutes.
Ten minutes passed, and the train continued to travel quietly. A wide track appeared in front, accompanied by the clatter... clatter of the merging tracks.
Infinity once again returned to the main track.
"Lin Xian..." Chen Sixuan frowned and looked at the silent Lin Xian beside her.
At this moment, Lin Xian slowly exhaled, his expression changing: "It seems... the [Dark Mark] is real, and all survivors are the prey chased by the mark."
