Aboard the Bronze War Chariot.
A faint, transparent halo spread out, enveloping the entire vehicle and shielding it from the raging winds.
Fei Rui stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze fixed on the outpost in the distance. His expression was grim.
Beside him, Salon carefully studied the Priest's expression and asked tentatively, "Sir, should we call for more chariots?"
"No need," Fei Rui said flatly. "I'm the only Priest on patrol within a hundred-mile radius. The enemy is an Official Wizard. It's useless no matter how many Apprentice Priests or Tier One Legendary Knights we bring."
Salon nodded in agreement and said no more.
Soon, the chariot closed to within a thousand meters of the outpost.
From this distance, the people on the chariot could see the situation at the outpost clearly.
When they saw Pei Ze and his two companions standing calmly amidst a field of corpses, waiting leisurely, everyone on the chariot—including Fei Rui—was involuntarily stunned.
