The vast yellow sand seemed to envelop the world, the once clear and vast sky now appeared lowered with a tinge of yellowish haze.
Saatanati raised his head, looking at the majestic and hazy scene of heaven and earth, instinctively pulled his cloak tighter to shield against the wind and sand. The entire vast convoy was advancing forward, this particular section being personally led by Batuer.
Batuer said, as if relying on the aura of Inner Strength within, he had an inexplicable sense, like a wild goose flying in the sky, making him vaguely aware whether to speed up with the tribe or slow down.
Just like at this moment, Batuer slowed the pace, and the strong men of the tribe followed suit, while the elders, with their proficient riding skills, appeared even more meticulous and composed.
Then—
