July 10.
A tired caravan slowly moved forward in the scorching desert on the expansive yellow sand.
Two front leaders at this time rode their camel shoulder to shoulder.
Jonah Thorin looked at Onyx with a frown.
"Are we truly close? You said the same thing a week ago..."
Onyx brushed the sand off his face and took out the magic map to take a look.
"If we didn't encounter that terrifying sandstorm five days ago, we would have arrived a long time ago..."
As Onyx spoke, his face revealed some worry.
"Let's hope Twilight City survived this sandstorm."
Jonah was a little anxious when he heard this.
"That sandstorm was so fierce, which weak territory would withstand it??"
He roared as he spoke.
"It's all that damned lord's fault!! If he didn't deceive my daughter, how could Adele be in danger!?
"When I see that damned lord today, I will surely show him what pain is!"
