The Saint Mourning Hughie Fal Battlefield Declares Total Defeat

These trucks had been custom-built by Schlote Heavy Industries for Antonio United to transport rare and dangerous Spirit Essence Ore.

Their bodies were forged from high-strength alloy,

and their surfaces were covered in light-absorbing material, leaving them largely unaffected even under the faint blood-red light.

At this moment,

they were loaded with heavy cargo, every piece of Spirit Essence Ore containing immeasurable energy and unknown power.

But Su Wen, who had prepared long ago, had already made arrangements within these ores as well.

The heavy truck wheels rumbled forward,

crushing across roads covered in sand and gravel with deafening roars.

The massive tires mercilessly kicked up layers of dust as they advanced, blending with the thick blood mist around them to form twisted, ever-expanding bands of fog.

This fog not only obscured vision, but also added an air of mystery and unease. It was as though every grain of sand carried unknown danger, foretelling the challenges and trials ahead.

At this moment,

as they drew closer and closer to their destination,

the air began to fill with an even more tense and oppressive atmosphere.

Inside the driver's seat of one enormous glossy-black truck,

Handsome Scholar, now wearing a black trench coat, held the steering wheel with one hand.

He gazed calmly and coldly into the distance. Deep-blue rays of light pierced through the blood mist and sandstorm alike.

With the aid of Appraisal Vision, he did not feel the slightest bit nervous.

But compared to himself, who could stay calm after frequently staying up all night playing games for over ten hours straight,

Klosan, sitting in the passenger seat, was clearly reaching her limit.

After changing out of her white coat and into Blood Moon Sect robes, Doctor Miss had obviously treated the thick robe like a blanket.

She wrapped