The roar of engines mingled with the explosive crunch of tires over gravel.
The Survival Convoy raced madly across the grassland like a herd of antelopes pursued by wolves.
Less than ten minutes into their flight.
Cao Xianming's urgent voice came over the radio. "Yang Yong, find a way to get me some black mist. I need data."
"Understood."
Without another word, Yang Yong turned his palm over, and the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace appeared out of thin air.
He quickly rummaged through the space inside the Nine Nether Yuanchen White Bone Ring.
He pulled out a piece of beast hide and crudely refined it into a palm-sized hide pouch at tremendous speed.
He tied the pouch to the tip of the White Bone Long Whip.
With a swing of his arm, the Bone Whip spiraled toward the rolling black mist bearing down on them from behind.
The tip skimmed the edge of the mist, and the hide pouch scooped up a wisp of it.
Yang Yong flicked his wrist, retracting the Bone Whip.
Not daring to be careless, he had the Little Girl Eerie on his shoulder slap the pouch...
The hide pouch was instantly slapped into a palm-sized Cloth Doll.
Sealed inside, the black mist writhed and struggled within the Cloth Doll like a living creature.
He leaped onto Cao Xianming's Off-Road Vehicle and handed him the Cloth Doll.
Cao Xianming took it, and light from the data model in his hand immediately enveloped it.
On the light screen, streams of data began jumping wildly again. Densely packed analysis results flooded across the screen in an overwhelming torrent.
Standing beside him, Yang Yong took just one look and felt his scalp prickle...
This kind of purely technical work really was not something he should touch.
He left the Little