Rumble—
The convoy, with a dark mass of the corpse tide, rampaged freely along the road, like a black flood slowly spreading forward along the path.
In the first vehicle at the front of the convoy.
Seated in the passenger seat, Lu Chuan was looking at the map while confirming his route from the perspective of the Flyer One above, a hint of agitation in his expression.
With the burden of advancing with the corpse puppet army and being slowed down by the convoy, reaching Shanchuan City from Qingshui Farm this time was much slower than before!
Back then, he and Little Qiqi could fly directly over after determining the direction, thanks to their flying ability, which was naturally much faster.
But now, with the convoy and the corpse puppet army, they couldn't fly over alone at will.
