The blazing sun hung overhead, and heat rippled through the air.
On the reddish-yellow desert, five graceful arcs skimmed over the dunes.
Like rocs flying across the ground, the arcs reached astonishing speeds when charging down from the towering dunes.
In the blink of an eye, they could surge dozens of meters forward, leaving deep tracks behind.
Even after rushing down the slope and reaching level ground, the arcs remained just as fast.
Sometimes they formed a long line, and sometimes an irregular 'Z' shape.
The sunlight was scorching and dazzling, sprinkling across the golden grains of sand and forming a glittering sea.
Within this "sea," the arcs were little boats.
Before long, the downhill stretch ended, and they crossed the level ground.
They reached another long uphill section, and the arcs gradually came to a stop in the lee of the wind.
It was Su Mo and the other four who had set out that morning!
"All right, the progress isn't bad. We'll rest here for an hour and have lunch."
Wiping the hot sweat from his head, Su Mo couldn't help revealing a trace of delight.
Although he had held high expectations for the Wind Sail Sandboards, their actual performance still exceeded his imagination.
They had set out at seven in the morning, and it was now two in the afternoon.
Subtracting the half hour they had spent resting, the five of them were now roughly eighty kilometers from their starting point.
That worked out to around twelve kilometers per hour.
Moreover, unlike the dull tedium of traveling on foot, which was like Ascetic Monks cultivating, riding the Wind Sail Sandboards was a completely different experience.
The Wind Sail Sandboards were exhilarating when going downhill, quickly carrying away all the heat they had accumulated.
Su Mo unfolded the