The dark-skinned man leaped into the driver's seat first, tearing the door clean off for expediency, then stomped the accelerator to the floor!

The Ford Raptor's engine erupted in a terrifying roar, the exhaust spewing huge plumes of black smoke. The tires shrieked as they spun uselessly due to excessive speed, releasing thick blue-gray haze before the truck instantly rocketed forward, mud and water flung from the tires spraying over ten meters behind it.

Just as the acceleration peaked, Fang Senyan, as if timing it perfectly, leaped into the truck bed holding an old man who had already been scared unconscious. Though the cargo area was thrown into chaos, the boarding was successful. At his shout, everyone else secured themselves to anything stable and held on tight.

But the immense mudslide had already begun to breach the outskirts of the town, advancing with a calm, stubborn, yet utterly irresistible force! The houses, whether looking rotten or solid, offered no resistance to the mudslide's relentless push! It was like watching blocks tumble down.

From the moment the dark-skinned man slammed his foot down, it felt welded to the gas pedal. This pickup, carrying the fate of everyone aboard, thundered down the town roads like a raging dragon. The mud splashed from the rear tires soared at least two or three meters high, the engine screaming its lungs out. Any vehicles obstructing the path were violently smashed aside with incredible force! Naturally, the resulting shock caused several passengers in the truck bed to violently vomit, prompting them to start strapping themselves to the vehicle.

Though the mudslide appeared slow from a distance, as it drew near, one could feel the urgency of a desperate race against time! The sky was just beginning to lighten, revealing how every vicious advance of the mudslide compressed the space for human survival—it truly was a sprint against death!

As the slide approached, the sound became deafening. Watching hundreds, even thousands of tons of rock tumble and crash within that turbulent flow like mere toys instilled a grandeur that suggested the very heavens were collapsing! Even the residents of Fox Town, who had successfully escaped to a safer zone, screamed and ran outward, seemingly needing to be as far away as possible.

In their nostrils, the group inhaled the thick, metallic stench of wet earth mixed with the faint fragrance of crushed pine. Watching the Ford Raptor careen towards them across the landscape like a surfer on a wave, many hearts tightened with anxiety.

The area where the group was situated had been designated safe due to a deep ravine. This chasm was about twenty meters wide, but dropped at least two hundred meters. When the mudslide reached this point, its width was already at its limit, and any occasional surge of water was swallowed entirely into that seemingly bottomless abyss.

Therefore, they were safe as long as the dark-skinned man could drive the pickup across the highway bridge spanning the ravine.

The highway bridge looked intact, but its elevated piers had already developed cracks from impacts with several massive boulders. If not for Kurutguo’s powers reinforcing them, the structure would be precarious now... Fortunately, the driving skill and speed displayed by the Ford pickup had reached an exceptional level; they managed to evade danger at the most critical moments. Several times, the truck had been caught by the mudslide only to surge out again like an enraged steed.

This feat seemed miraculous, but for Mogansha, whose eyesight could calculate the trajectory of a ricocheting bullet, avoiding the rocks caught in the slurry was not difficult. Moreover, less than fifty meters from the highway bridge, he performed a driving maneuver that bordered on the miraculous: any normal person would have slammed the gas pedal down, but Mogansha stomped the brakes, and amidst a screeching protest, allowed the vehicle to be engulfed again by a massive wave of mud.

The cost of this action was that the truck actually disappeared into the slurry for several seconds. The benefit, however, was far more significant: had they not braked for those few seconds, they would have collided head-on with a boulder easily the size of a three-story villa!

From a distance, Alice Cullen, perched atop a towering Sitka spruce, murmured, "That bastard’s nerves must be strung with piano wire!"

Her guardian, Carlisle Cullen, frowned gravely, "No, these are people accustomed to facing death. Only then can they be this calm at the threshold of mortality! Wait!!"

Carlisle Cullen suddenly spun his head, his gaze distant, as if watching the clouds above, or perhaps the rain in the air, or staring into the void of destiny itself. Even the ancient vampire, who had lived since 1640, turned instantly pale with shock! Terror! Confusion!!

"This power... Is this a power that can alter fate? So immense, so awe-inspiring! How could human will possibly be mixed with such a force?!?"

After waiting precisely 2.3 seconds, the dark-skinned man hit the gas again. He knew that if he had been half a second slower, a grinding stone the size of a millstone thundering down from above would have severely crippled the truck.

The powerful engine roared anew, and the vehicle violently broke free from the muck, like a defiant horse unwilling to yield to fate. They were less than ten meters from the highway bridge when, suddenly, time seemed to freeze...

The Ford Raptor has always been a classic Ford pickup, its chassis stamped from high-strength steel, which not only improved body durability but also further guaranteed passenger safety. Furthermore, with the assistance of AdvanceTrac and RSC (Roll Stability Control), its off-road capability reached unparalleled heights, delivering a maximum output of 400hp and 400 lb-ft of peak torque, resulting in an overall performance that was fiercely potent—hailed as the world's most capable off-road pickup.

But just then, as if by malicious coincidence, while the Ford Raptor struggled across a massive pit gouged out by a previous impact, a pancake-flat rock the size of a washbasin spun down and slapped flat into the adjacent pool of mud. A huge spray of slurry erupted, but precisely at that moment, another rock blocked the path of the splashing mud.

Due to the angle, this mud spray refracted in a bizarre way, perfectly bypassing the vehicle's meticulously designed waterproofing system, and poured directly into the Ford Raptor's exhaust pipe! Crucially, the dark-skinned man had momentarily eased off the gas to avoid the rock ahead; the engine, which had been roaring loudly, instantly stalled. This behemoth, designed to conquer hostile terrain, slowly slid another seven or eight meters before the engine made a sound like a dying old man coughing, stopping slowly and reluctantly.

At this moment, the Ford Raptor was only five or six meters from the highway bridge!

What chilled them further was that directly above the pickup, a colossal boulder, over five or six meters in diameter, suddenly tumbled down, crashing with a deluge of mud!

All of this—it was as if a long-planned conspiracy and trap had been sprung! It seemed like the will of Heaven itself!

In this scenario, Fang Senyan and Mogansha might escape, but the dozen or so people in the vehicle would not. Having endured so much to reach this point, they were not about to give up! If they refused to yield, they might commit acts of utter irrationality.

For instance, Fang Senyan, immediately after the engine died, jumped out of the truck! He raised both hands high above his head! Was he attempting to defy the heavens?

A blinding, deep-green light radiated from those hands, so intense it momentarily stung and nearly blinded the eyes of the Cullen vampire family.

Then, a massive mechanical gauntlet materialized over his hands, its various components spinning eerily in different directions, spewing plumes of black smoke. He grasped the four-ton Ford Raptor and hurled it violently toward the highway bridge!

The giant pickup soared over ten meters, scraping across the bridge structure with a harsh, grating shriek that spat out a series of sparks before finally coming to a halt sideways on the roadway.

Seconds after throwing the vehicle, Fang Senyan was swept away by the raging mudslide, enveloped by the giant boulder, and vanished into the muddy waters below.

Edward Cullen, the most powerful vampire in the family, finally lost his composure: "This human, possessing such immense power, yet sacrificing his life for his comrades? Such an act, perhaps even the legendary Apostles would find difficult to achieve."

Alice Cullen suddenly spoke up, "Aunt Saren is in the pickup on the bridge; she is a good woman. I must save her."

As she moved, Carlisle Cullen joined the rescue effort.

The pickup was now undrivable, and the bridge itself was unstable. To rescue the victims, they needed to sprint to the middle of the bridge and pull the half-unconscious people to safety. In reality, not everyone dared to stand guard at this end of the bridge, as it was incredibly perilous; fragments of debris and small stones were flying over, capable of severely injuring ordinary people—one hit to the head could easily cause a concussion.

Thus, only Carlisle, Jasper, Number Seven, and Esme dared to charge across to the rescue point. However, with the assistance of the vampires, the rescue proceeded smoothly. By the time the last person was successfully brought to safety by Edward Cullen, the Cullen vampires realized that this mysterious group had suddenly evaporated from the spot, vanishing instantly. (To be continued...)