The wheels tore across the yellow sand, launching the vehicle up a dune before landing back on the sand and sending a large spray of dust flying.
With a chassis nearly a meter high, the mechanical war chariot could travel long distances across the desert without worrying about getting stuck in the soft sand.
"Bro, you've been pretty reliable this time."
Baja sat in the passenger seat, one wing resting outside the window.
"Everything's gone smoothly. At least five more days."
Mogro had grown even quieter. Not only that, Su Xiao had also noticed that Mogro was shedding Undead cells more frequently.
Everywhere he looked across the desert was yellow sand, with a scorching sun hanging high in the sky. This monotonous environment and sweltering weather inevitably made people feel bored and irritable.
Su Xiao cultivated swordsmanship, which also tempered his mind, so the desert environment did not affect him. The only thing that could affect his mood was the Butcher of Living Beings. So far, his longest survival record was fifteen seconds.
As they continued traveling, Su Xiao discovered something: this desert had no clear distinction between day and night. The sun was out during the day, while at night, the sky resembled an overcast day until the sun appeared again.
Time flew by. Before they knew it, Su Xiao and the others had already traveled through the desert for six days. Su Xiao had not been bored during those six days, but he did feel that the Butcher of Living Beings had become even more loathsome. That fellow was completely different from the Old Saint Cultivator.
At the very least, the Old Saint Cultivator had an opening line. He would say, "Greedy one," giving Su Xiao some time to prepare. The Butcher of Living Beings simply charged