The entire three-part convoy—the Martial Artist team, the Ability User team, and Chen Mo's one-man team—moved slowly through the endless desert.
After traveling for more than two hours, the sky gradually darkened.
The blazing sun from moments ago was covered by dark clouds overhead. The weather changed rapidly; in just a few minutes, the sky had become as gloomy as if black clouds were pressing down from above.
"Ah Ke, the weather changed so quickly. Do you think we'll encounter the situation you mentioned?" Zhou Ziyun, the Zhou Family's Xiantian Master and a peak third-stage expert, sat in the same vehicle as Zhou Ke and looked out the window as he asked.
Zhou Ziyun was rather curious about the scene Zhou Ke had described. He had never encountered such a sight before. Although he was already over a hundred years old, he was still immensely curious.
At that moment, the walkie-talkie in Zhou Ke's hand also carried inquiries from the other two Xiantian Masters. They all wanted to know whether they would encounter that strange phenomenon again in this weather.
Zhou Ke was speechless. The combined ages of those three Old Men might have exceeded three hundred, yet they were still so curious. It was unbelievable.
Unfortunately, he could not get angry. Those three Old Men were all highly respected figures in the family, and they had watched him grow up. He could only answer obediently.
"Ancestor, I really don't know about that. We may have to ask our guide, Duomaiti," Zhou Ke replied.
"Then why aren't you going? Look at the sky. If you don't hurry, who knows what might happen next," Zhou Ziyun said.
Zhou Ke immediately used the walkie-talkie to order the convoy to stop. After getting off the car, he quickly walked to the front of