The vehicle had a peculiar shape, with four round wheels. Its body lines were sleek yet somewhat rugged, kicking up rolling dust as it sped along.
The vehicle was very fast, running much faster than he could achieve by fully employing his Wind Control Technique.
As the vehicle drew closer, Fang Hong clearly saw what was inside.
Two Cultivators dressed in black armor sat within, their faces twisted in wild laughter, their eyes revealing undisguised malice.
From their attire, Fang Hong recognized them as Cultivators from Zhao State, and these two were clearly up to no good…
"Beep beep beep…" Two vehicles rapidly approached within ten zhang of Fang Hong, showing no signs of slowing down, clearly heading straight for him.
Fang Hong's expression darkened, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. His figure flickered, instantly disappearing from his original spot.
