Lu Zhao's words immediately dispelled the thoughts of those who wanted to drive out of the train formation to overtake; everyone watched as the train sped away, holding their breath and chasing along the track.
The train convoy here, consisting of twenty-two teams, was all tense at the moment. The train's power had been pushed to the maximum, causing the tracks on the Gobi Desert, along with the concrete sleepers, to tremble, while the darkness in the south was like a tsunami, initially a line of black, gradually becoming broad and towering.
The formerly clear sky was also devoured by that darkness, like a giant black wall enveloping the heavens, relentlessly advancing toward the train.
On Dragon Mountain No.1, Shi Deyuan, rarely seen with a cold sweat on his face, was watching both the monitor displaying the dark sky and the driving radar, his fists clenched tightly.
