After thoroughly testing the Wind Sail Sandboard in the sand.
After the system upgrade, the Wind Sail Sandboard's performance had finally improved considerably, along with its durability.
Based on the test results and its appraised attributes, one sandboard could probably last for about two hundred kilometers.
Depending on the wind strength, it could save thirty to forty percent of the effort.
On top of that, after it wore down, it could be repaired using Survival Points, and adding materials could further reduce the cost.
Su Mo removed the Wind Sail Sandboard from his feet, thoroughly satisfied.
However, the sandboard was far from the only surprise.
He had barely taken a few steps when he spotted a humanoid alien lingering in front of the door in the distance, apparently waiting for him to return.
"These aliens really couldn't hold back."
They were not the two centaurs he had met yesterday, so Su Mo was not surprised.
There were more than a thousand contestants in total.
No matter how vast the desert terrain was, there were only two exits leading to the next terrain.
As long as everyone headed in the same direction, they would eventually converge.
"Looks like another batch of points is coming in."
Su Mo had just strode over when Catwoman Abei, who was waiting at the entrance, hurried forward to greet him. "Respected human lord, Mr. Su Mo, I am Abei, a member of the Mist Cat Clan."
"If you don't mind trading with an alien, perhaps I can bring you some surprises."
Catwoman Abei moved quickly. Without much hesitation, she decided to take the initiative.
The reason was simple.
Although Barry and Basha did not possess the monstrous endurance of ordinary centaurs, they still had plenty of energy left.
Even if they stayed here another day, they