The next day, after meeting up with Duomaiti at the town's exit, Zhou Ke arranged for Duomaiti and his nephew Zhou Hai to ride in the lead vehicle and scout the way ahead, while the rest followed behind.
The convoy plunged headlong into the sea of sand.
Although Duomaiti had said that camels were better suited for the desert, the Zhou Family found cars far more comfortable.
Besides, even if a car broke down in the desert, they had spare parts and could call for assistance at any time, with helicopters delivering replacement vehicles. That was why Zhou Ke had rejected Duomaiti's suggestion and insisted on using cars.
Furthermore, how much supplies could a camel possibly carry? After modification, an off-road vehicle could carry several times what a camel could. There was simply no comparison.
Even if they encountered a major accident in the desert and the entire convoy broke down, the supplies they carried would last them three months without issue. Rescue teams were always on standby, and even without rescue, three Xiantian Masters could easily leave the desert and summon help.
That was Zhou Ke's confidence, so there was naturally no need to consider Duomaiti's proposal.
Ten minutes after Zhou Ke's group left the desert town, the second convoy set off as well.
They had no guide, yet they followed closely behind the first convoy without worrying in the slightest about losing their direction.
Chen Mo, who trailed behind them, found it rather strange. Why were these people so certain? Were they not at all worried that their convoy would stray off course?
Moreover, they were still quite far from the first convoy—nearly ten kilometers apart. What were they relying on to keep up?
The tire tracks pressed into the sand, perhaps? Or something else?
For now, they