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As Bai Ye and Xu Wanfeng, the leaders of the two major forces, ordered a halt to the pursuit, their patrol squads also withdrew, focusing their efforts on maintaining the order of the convoy.

Finally, there were seven or eight vehicles that escaped the slowing main force, heading towards the convoy where Lin Feng was.

Some lower-level Deserters also wanted to follow, but unfortunately, their foot speed could not possibly catch up with the convoy ahead, which provided more of a sense of safety.

And those permanent residents choosing to flee could not selflessly help them hitch a ride.

After all, they themselves had to lighten their load to keep pace; taking Deserters along would only be a burden.

And individuals who leave the convoy have only a dead-end in this sun-scorched Wilderness.

Even Evolvers would face the same fate.

So, realizing their slim chances, these Deserters could only slink back, seeking the Guild’s protection.

However, for those on the bottom rung, following the Salvation Army to the border’s Chaotic Land still held an uncertain future.

Having just escaped the fangs of the Desert Wolf Race, they now faced the meat grinder of the war-torn lands.

Some of the fleeing permanent residents evidently realized, upon noticing the convoy advancing northwest with the Salvation Army, that it might be safer to follow the foremost convoy back to Oasis Avenue.

And among these few smart individuals, the fastest was naturally the Grand Priest driving a battle chariot.

After seizing this Guild battle chariot from the Hunters and sacrificing two Evolvers who tried to intercept him, his condition slightly improved.

The last breath he had left could barely keep him going for a few more days.

This prompted the Grand Priest to change his initial plan.

Originally intending to leave with the target upon entering the settlement and spend the remaining less than a month imparting all his life’s knowledge to the target.

The target would only need to lie low at the edge of the Scorching Sun Forbidden Area for a while, clear out a few Wandering Forces, and then could easily break through to Tier Two, becoming a Sun Priest.

By then, with the target’s talent and abilities, they could perfectly inherit the Grand Priest’s mantle, ultimately cultivating a Tier Three Blazing Sun Divine Envoy for the already dwindling Divine Teachings.

Thus, recreating the past glory of the Fiery Sun Divine Sect.

But now, as he could bide for a few more days, there was no need to rush.

Firstly, he didn’t understand the background of this convoy.

A rash move would easily be detected and tracked.

Despite the fact that adherents of the Fiery Sun Divine Sect were hunted by all on the Wasteland, once at a certain level, the value they provided was far more than the harm they caused.

Figures of critical importance like the Grand Priest, even noted in historical records, could fetch a rich bounty from the Holy See if killed and the remains were submitted.

Potentially, one could exchange these for rare advanced resources of the Late Middle Stage of Tier Two or abundant survival supplies.

This incentivizing measure also hastened the decline of the Fiery Sun Divine Sect.

And for the Grand Priest, there were even more concerns.

Because as he drew closer, he surprisingly sensed multiple Tier Three Energy fluctuations within this small settlement of a mere thousand people.

Moreover, the Tier Three Radiation Energy there was quite mixed, possibly coming from various Tier Three Kings simply conducting research and material collection...

Or perhaps within the seemingly nondescript convoy ahead, there lurked a mixed-blood mutated organic tissue of Tier Three strength.

For others, this thing was like an unwashable stain, impossible to eradicate once contacted.

But for a Priest of the Fiery Sun Divine Sect, the Fiery Sun Divine Power running through their veins,

was the nemesis of unstable genetic materials!

Yet, for normal life forms, this thing was an existence even more frightening than the Scorching Sun Curse; even Tier Three Kings steered clear of it...

Why was such a high Tier Three mutated energy radiation emanating from within the convoy ahead?

The Grand Priest narrowed his eyes slightly; it seemed the convoy behind this was no simple matter, likely involving a larger conspiracy.

After advancing for more than an hour, the convoy that disappeared around the distant bend soon came into view.

The Grand Priest intentionally slowed down, waiting for the other permanent residents driving behind him to catch up with the main force ahead.

And Lin Feng’s convoy, needing to scout the best path forward, also gradually slowed.

Simultaneously, the entire convoy sped ahead, stretching out, allowing the worn-out vehicles of the permanent residents to catch up.

Another hour later, the seven or eight vehicles finally caught up to the tail end of Lin Feng’s convoy.

And at the rear of the convoy were a group of logistic support vehicles and several battle chariots bringing up the rear.

The battle teams driving the chariots had long since noticed the mutation situation at the rear and knew some survivors from the Hunting Wilderness Guild wished to catch up and follow Lin Feng.

After reporting to the higher-ups via the intercom, they quickly received a response from the leader, allowing them to accept these arriving survivors and letting them follow at the rear, temporarily incorporating them into the convoy’s logistics department with tasks of simple chores in exchange for water and food.

Soon, a battle chariot came over, registered the nine vehicles, including all the survivors, one by one, and arranged to direct them to follow the rear.

If there wasn’t enough power, the transport vehicles within the convoy could hitch them up, compensating for the slow speed of the old vehicles.

At this time, the Grand Priest’s battle chariot was mixed in with this small group; the battle chariot’s unusual design and structure quickly caught the combat team’s attention.

The leading captain immediately returned to the convoy to report to the platoon leader above.

The intercom system built into the platoon’s battle chariot could connect to the headquarters ahead, reporting the situation promptly.