Hearing Yang Qiaoxi say that, Sun Hang suddenly thought of a way to deal with the sandstorm.
He could inject a large amount of vitality into a mycelial puppet, then have the puppet run in another direction and lure the sandstorm away...
No, if the mycelial puppet got too far away from him, it would not last long before disintegrating on its own, and the vitality injected into it would dissipate along with it...
Then he could only switch from automatic to manual—Sun Hang could use his ability to accelerate with electromagnetic fields to carry the vitality-infused mycelial puppet in another direction. Once he had opened up enough distance, he could toss the puppet aside and accelerate away in the opposite direction...
At that thought, Sun Hang suddenly realized he was making things unnecessarily complicated—he could just use himself as bait to lure the sandstorm away. With the electromagnetic acceleration field, there was no way the sandstorm could catch up to him.
The only thing he needed to worry about was losing his sense of direction in the Gobi... Kuiniu's electromagnetic field could accelerate Sun Hang to speeds comparable to a supersonic fighter jet. In this Gobi, where reliable landmarks were hard to find, even a deviation of one degree could be dangerous... With worse luck, he might end up like those hunters who bought incorrect maps and plunge straight into the depths of an uninhabited zone. With even worse luck, he might fly directly into a fallen zone.
Direction was the real key.
Although the Hexi Corridor was not part of a fallen zone, phenomenon-type anomalies like the sandstorms in the Gobi, combined with all sorts of harsh weather, meant satellite positioning and communication signals came and went unpredictably. It was common for signals to cut out for hours