Two hours later, Li Yao appeared in the valley Yan Chifeng talked about.
This area was full of stone pillars and ravines, and all the paths weaved and intertwined. It was indeed the perfect place to hide.
Li Yao examined the tank and noticed that half of the high-pressure spiritual gas had been drained after such a long rush. The remaining fuel was only enough to last one night.
If he were to provide impetus for the iron beast weighing dozens of tons with the spiritual gas inside his body, he would be exhausted in the next couple of hours.
He had to stop no matter what.
Booming sounds could already be heard from the carriage. The twenty hostages there were all Cultivators anyway. After more than half a day's rest, many of them had woken up. However, because of the barriers imposed on them and the veins of demon beasts which tied them up, they could do nothing except to bash the wall of the carriage.
