"No more talking, no more talking." Xia Yue remembered too late that they were still in a post-apocalyptic world, not a safe place. The realization sent cold sweat trickling down her spine.
The Iron-Eating Beast halted at the spot where Xia Yue and the others had disembarked, sniffing the air. Finding that the scent of its prey had vanished, it became momentarily dazed, unsure of what had happened.
It observed its surroundings for a while but failed to find any clues. Eventually, it just sat down on the spot and began munching on the bamboo it had brought along.
Walking such a long distance had exhausted it; munching on bamboo was a good way to recover its strength.
"Holy crap, it's just sitting over there, what are we supposed to do?" Seeing the beast unmoving, none of them dared to make a move either, fearing to draw attention. But they knew they couldn't keep still forever.
"Hang in there for a bit, it might leave after it's done eating," Yan Mo comforted her.
