A dozen rocks of uneven sizes were piled up in the car messily. The large ones were the size of millstones, while the little ones were watermelon-sized.
Ever since Hanba entered the mountain and cast Art of Ghost to piggyback, no monsters came to bother them anymore. Wen Leyang was alarmed. He strode and stood in front of Hanba and Xiaowu. Hanba's expression did not change. He reminded Wen Leyang drily, "Ignore him, we shouldn't be in trouble!"
The naked burly man pulled the car; he ran at the speed of almost like that of an old demon rabbit, Bu Le's movements. He only entered everyone's line of vision after some time. From afar, Wen Leyang saw that the man was drenched in sweat. Every drop of thick sweat trickled down, resulting in patches and patches of perspiration stains on his body.
