The third convoy immediately split into three smaller convoys, with the distance between them gradually increasing.
"This is the Dragon City Sandstorm Observation Center. According to the latest observations, the path of Death Storm No. 5198 has changed direction again... Additionally, the speed of the sandstorm has now accelerated to 450 kilometers per hour..."
"Phew..." The mercenary with a face full of scars wiped the sweat from his forehead and leaned back heavily on his chair. "Did you hear that? If we wait until five kilometers to split, by that time No. 5198's speed could hit 500, do you think we can still escape?"
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Convoy number two, part of the split convoys.
"Storm No. 5198 has changed direction again, and it's heading towards us now!" said a nervous driver, Hunter. "Damn it, this isn't what we agreed! Convoy three split when the sandstorm was still over twenty kilometers away! Cowards!"
