Han Li, upon hearing Ling Yuling's words, scanned the beast carriage with his spiritual sense once more, nodded lightly, and remained silent.
The four individuals below climbed into the carriage. The driver of the carriage was a bald giant standing two zhang tall. Although he only seemed to be at the Foundation Establishment Stage, his upper body was bare, his muscles appeared as if forged from refined steel, and his presence exuded a dreadful aura of killing intent.
The giant waved a white whip in mid-air, and an ear-piercing whistle immediately echoed through the skies.
The few green flood dragons that had been lazily sprawled in front of the stone hall suddenly perked up, swiftly flipping to their feet. With a shake of their heads and a flick of their tails, the beast carriage let out a roar, transformed into a ball of white light, and soared into the sky at a speed that rivaled that of an early Nascent Soul cultivator.
