"This is the Dragon City Sandstorm Observation Center. Death Sandstorm No. 5198 has been observed forming seventy-six kilometers due north of the ruined city of Yumen. The sandstorm's initial diameter is nine kilometers and is currently expanding rapidly."
"The sandstorm is currently moving southwest at a seven-degree deviation, at a speed of 270... 290... It has already exceeded 300 kilometers per hour!"
"Personnel operating in the areas surrounding Yumen, please take evasive action immediately. We will continue providing real-time updates on Death Sandstorm No. 5198's trajectory."
"Oh ho, it really is coming for us." Yang Qiaoxi twisted her motorcycle's throttle and turned to look at the convoy beside her—thanks to the White Tiger mech, two-thirds of the hunters had joined this convoy. More than sixty heavily modified vehicles formed a several-hundred-meter-long procession across the wilderness, their deafening engines audible from kilometers away... A spectacle like this had not appeared in the Hexi Corridor for many years.
The others in the convoy had clearly received the Sandstorm Observation Center's broadcast as well. Several hunters and mercenaries rolled down their windows and began shouting to one another. Before long, the front of the convoy split apart, and the entire convoy became three smaller groups of roughly equal size, heading in three different directions.
"They agreed to regroup at Sunfall Ridge, eighty kilometers ahead," Yang Qiaoxi said over the team communication channel.
"They can regroup wherever they want. We just need to stick close to Nagano Souya," Sun Hang said from the front passenger seat of an off-road vehicle.
The White Tiger mech did not travel overland under its own power. Instead, it was hitched behind a high-horsepower tow truck—the energy needed to operate the mech was extremely precious, and using it for travel would have been far too wasteful.
"Very good." After