Apart from Zheng Xiaofeng's vehicle, which still had to rely on fuel, every other vehicle switched to blood moon energy.
Their speed was only twenty kilometers an hour, as slow as a snail.
Still, it was better than using up all their fuel.
If something unexpected happened, they would not even be able to escape.
The convoy moved slowly onward.
Along the way, there was nothing but yellow sand.
Sand filled the air, obscuring their vision-monotony, oppression, despair.
Like an invisible mountain, it pressed down on everyone until they could barely breathe.
Yang Yong sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window at the maddeningly monotonous yellow for over half an hour.
He suddenly turned and immediately spotted Mang Dabiao nodding in the driver's seat, his eyelids drooping. He was actually dozing off!
Yang Yong raised his hand and slapped the back of his head.
Smack!
Mang Dabiao jolted awake and, without even opening his eyes, instinctively shouted, "Time to eat?"
The moment the words left his mouth, he found himself facing Yang Yong's thunderous expression.
Mang Dabiao instantly snapped fully awake, breaking out in a cold sweat. "B-Boss? I... I've just been staring at this sand for too long. It all looks the same. It's too easy to get sleepy..."
"Sleepy?"
Yang Yong's voice was icy. "Watch where you're driving! This desert is full of quicksand. If you sink into it, no one will be able to save you!"
His words proved prophetic.
The moment Yang Yong finished speaking, Mang Dabiao's expression changed sharply. He pointed rigidly ahead, his voice trembling. "B-Boss! Look over there! What is that? Is it... moving?"
Yang Yong jerked his head up.
Not far ahead, the surface of the sand had dipped slightly, and yellow sand was silently streaming downward.
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