Cao Xianming still shook his head. "I don't know."
"There's too little data to deduce the full picture. We can only take things one step at a time."
Everyone was speechless.
Yet another completely unfamiliar Eerie place.
Just what the hell had this damned apocalypse turned the world into?
Fortunately, there was plenty of food here, and they didn't have to risk going out to gather supplies every day.
After that.
Following Cao Xianming's deductions, the convoy calculated its daily travel distance.
They stopped upon reaching the next stretch of high ground and quietly waited for the water columns to erupt at night, turning the desert into a lake.
They traveled like this for more than ten days straight.
The desert's edge remained out of sight, as though it would never end.
The Transcendents felt increasingly lost.
The ordinary people in the convoy, however, were perfectly content.
They had no worries about water, no shortage of food, and vehicles to shelter them from the wind and rain.
Although the temperature difference between day and night was enormous.
Compared with the others wandering homeless through the apocalypse, their lives already counted as stable.
They thought these days could go on forever.
But the Transcendents discovered something terrifying-
Every night, when the desert became a lake, the Eerie figures on the water appeared more and more frequently.
This time, everyone saw them, not just Yang Yong.
On the pitch-black water.
Blurry figures floated half-submerged, long hair covering their faces, utterly motionless.
They simply stared silently at the convoy.
Their stares made everyone's skin crawl.
"Old Cao, what do we do?"
"If this keeps up, the Eerie will attack en masse sooner or later!"
Cao Xianming was at a loss too.
Here in the Eerie Desert.
They couldn't travel by boat at night,