Kapitel 1241: I’m Waiting for Him to Pull the Carriage

Several days later.

In the fifth inner region of the Flame Moon Mystic Heaven Race, the sun was blazing.

The glaring sunlight fell upon an endless desert. Sand dunes stretched endlessly, like the back of a sleeping dragon.

Rising heat waves spread in all directions, scorching everything in their path, and the air was filled with a stifling heat.

In the distance, a sandstorm whirled on the horizon, with fierce winds howling. At its end lay an eternal illusion, concealing elusive hope, but more so… silence and death.

Just like at this moment, in the storm on the horizon, there was dead silence.

A huge blood-red carriage that was ten thousand feet long thundered out of the sandstorm.

The carriage resembled a gigantic dragon head with a spine that swayed like a dragon's tail.

Indeed, it was a carriage crafted from dragon bones, with every inch of bone engraved with intricate markings, exuding a terrifying aura.