"Hehe, since young brother Han said so, this old man won't persuade you further." The coachman chuckled and indeed said no more.
Han Li smiled faintly, his gaze scanning the surroundings once again while standing silently atop the huge tortoise.
The giant tortoise under Han Li's feet, situated in the center of the convoy, remained motionless. However, the tortoise carts in front and behind quickly gathered toward his location.
In no time, thirty or so huge tortoises formed several circles, creating simple layers of defense.
Knights riding huge wolves also clustered together, numbering fifty to sixty in all. They stood outside the defensive circles, led by a scar-faced large man. Surprisingly, the blue-clothed maiden stood mixed among them, accompanied by a blood-red strange tiger crouched by her side.
