The Batmobile left the sea area, continuing its flight forward.
Miko was now full of curiosity about the world above the sea.
Her [Eyes of Truth] had long been activated, her gaze piercing through the sparkling surface to peer into the other side beneath the azure waves.
Beneath the surface, there were countless massive, twisted monsters.
They were covered in a multitude of eyes and tentacles, as if this were the standard configuration for oceanic anomalies.
Suddenly, in a rift within an ocean trench, a silhouette that defied description in any known language caught Miko's eye.
It appeared to be a colossal humanoid creature, quietly curled up in absolute darkness and dead silence.
Its back bore a pair of massive, decaying bat wings, while its head resembled an octopus, with countless writhing tentacles forming its beard.
Just as Miko strained to make out its details, the Great Old One, who had slumbered for untold centuries, seemed to sense something.
He slowly "opened" his eyes.
In an instant, a gaze that could not be explained by the laws of physics pierced through the deep sea, locking eyes with Miko behind the porthole for a fleeting second.
"!"
A freezing chill stiffened Miko's body.
The moment his gaze pried into her, the Great Old One slumbering in the deepest part of the trench—Cthulhu—took a profound interest in this mortal girl who could look directly at him without going mad.
A thought slowly surfaced in his ancient consciousness.
Perhaps, he could develop this special girl into his kin.
However, as Cthulhu's gaze inadvertently swept past the girl...
He saw the man driving the vehicle.
The next second.
A wave of agonizing pain originating from a conceptual level radiated from his tentacled face, as if he had been beaten by this very entity.
The sheer terror of a higher-dimensional being instantly caused Cthulhu to sever all his perceptions.
His massive body abruptly shrank back, sinking into the deepest sludge of the trench to play dead.
"Heh."
Yang Yi seemed to notice something, letting out a soft, enigmatic chuckle.
The group landed on the West Coast. From there, they ceased flying and merged onto the highway, driving toward the talent-filled city of New York.
While passing through a remote, wooded backroad in West Virginia.
A sharp screech of grinding metal and human screams suddenly echoed from a sharp bend ahead.
It turned out that an old camper van had blown a tire, lost control, and broken down, only to be violently rear-ended by a pickup truck that couldn't dodge in time.
Five shaken young people stepped out of the vehicles.
"Are you okay?"
Jessie, the girl leading them, looked at the driver behind them with concern.
"I'm sorry, our tire blew out and we had to stop here. There's not even a signal in this godforsaken place."
Her boyfriend irritably kicked the completely deformed wheel.
As they discussed how to find help, none of them noticed that in the dense woods on both sides of the road, several cannibals were staring them down.
Yang Yi and Tomie passed by and sensed the cannibals hiding in the dark.
Just then, the young people also spotted the slowly approaching Batmobile.
Its sleek, sci-fi exterior looked entirely out of place on this remote, dilapidated country road.
They immediately rushed over to ask for help.
"Hey! Hey! Hello! Can you help us?! Our car broke down!"
Jessie waved her arms vigorously. "Do you have any tools to fix it?"
Yang Yi glanced at the nearly totaled camper van, then walked to his trunk and pulled out a maintenance toolbox.
Under everyone's dumbfounded gazes.
Yang Yi walked up to the vehicle. In less than three minutes, using tools and repair methods they couldn't even begin to comprehend, he completely fixed the blown tire and the smashed rear end. The van now looked even newer than a brand-new car.
This scene left everyone present in a state of absolute shock.
The three deformed cannibal brothers lurking in the woods grew completely frantic when they saw the car had seemingly been repaired.
They realized that if they didn't act now, this prey that had delivered itself right to their doorstep was going to fly away.
The three exchanged glances and decided to strike immediately.
Their primary target was the mechanic who had ruined their plans.
*Bang—!*
Accompanied by a gunshot, a shotgun slug hurtled toward Yang Yi's head.
However, the bullet—capable of shattering a bison's skull—simply shattered upon contact with his skin.
Yang Yi and Tomie slowly turned around.
A trace of displeasure lingered on their faces.
Their gazes seemed to pierce through the dense layers of the forest, locking onto the three ugly brothers.
The sudden gunshot threw the group of youths into a panic.
"Gunshot!"
Chris and the others were completely jolted awake by the blast, following Yang Yi's gaze.
They saw three horrifyingly twisted humanoid monsters charging out of the woods, wielding chainsaws, meat hooks, rusty axes, and a hunting rifle.
"Ahhh—!!!"
Screams erupted as the five young people turned to flee.
Seeing their prey trying to escape, the three cannibal brothers let out beastly roars, their deformed legs breaking into a charge.
However, the youths who wanted to drag Yang Yi's group away to escape instead saw Yang Yi and Tomie casually walk to the back of the Batmobile and pop the trunk.
Inside was a mobile armory stuffed to the brim with all kinds of heavy weaponry.
Tomie hoisted up her most familiar six-barrel Gatling gun, the barrels slowly pre-heating in her hands with a heart-palpitating hum.
Yang Yi pulled out a shoulder-fired rocket launcher.
Then, he took out a heavy machine gun and shoved it into Miko's arms.
"..."
Staring at the overwhelming firepower before them, Chris and the others froze on the spot.
Yang Yi casually pulled a few more tactical rifles and sets of body armor from the armory.
"What are you standing around for? Come get a gun!"
The dazed youths accepted the high-end rifles.
The cold touch of the metal and the heavy, reassuring weight of the weapons in their hands instantly banished the chaotic fear from their minds. Now, their hearts were filled with a profound sense of security.
Their eyes gradually filled with an eager anticipation.
The three cannibal brothers, who had just burst out of the forest ready to enjoy the thrill of the hunt, stepped onto the highway.
However, what greeted them was not a flock of panicked, scattering lambs, but a row of pitch-black gun barrels.
The three brothers' hands, raised high with chainsaws and axes, paused awkwardly in the air, the cruel smiles freezing on their faces.