Early the next morning, the Pass brothers took Bai Yang and Yang Wu to the former site of Ruins No. 5.
The group drove a specially modified jeep southward toward the desert.
Naturally, there were no shortage of savage monsters along the way.
But as soon as the two council members released even a trace of their pressure, the beasts fled far away in terror.
Bai Yang sat comfortably in the vehicle, admiring the scenery along the journey.
The boundless yellow sands stretching across the horizon, coupled with the enormous monsters that appeared from time to time—
It almost felt as though he had entered another world.
The vehicle soon approached a ruin. Looking from afar, they saw the wreckage of a gigantic spacecraft, its nose deeply embedded in the sand. Only its rear section, which seemed to contain the thrusters, remained exposed, slanting toward the sky.
Beneath the massive wreckage were patches of greenery rarely seen in the desert.
There was actually a small town there. Through technological modification, an oasis had been forcibly created in the middle of the desert.
So this was what they called a relic economy?
Bai Yang sighed inwardly. He had not expected Africa in this era to still be running a tourism industry.
The entire town was undoubtedly under the jurisdiction of the Flame Legion. They actually had three Advanced War Gods permanently stationed here.
After Bai Yang's group arrived, they met each of them in turn.
The three men then opened the barriers. Without caring whether it was an open day or not, they directly let everyone inside.
Like the Limit Dojo headquarters, although many things inside this ruin had been dismantled, Bai Yang could still vaguely make out the silvery-white corridors within the ship. They were largely intact.
However, after entering