Fang Yun lightly tapped the armrest of the Marquis Wu Chariot with his index finger. A faint white radiance spilled from its canopy, enveloping the entire chariot like light cascading from clouds.
"Get on," Fang Yun said.
Hu Li knew perfectly well that Fang Yun was looking at her as he spoke, yet she still could not quite believe it. Her hands unconsciously clutched her long skirt as she asked uncertainly, "Me?"
"You can give this spot to Bing Tong," Fang Yun said.
Bing Tong called out from a distance, "I wouldn't mind."
Hu Li smiled happily, revealing her small white teeth. Lightly lifting her skirt, she carefully stepped onto the Marquis Wu Chariot, then cautiously sat down beside Fang Yun, afraid of dirtying either the chariot or him.
The Marquis Wu Chariot had originally been designed for a single occupant. Although spacious, it was still somewhat uncomfortable with two people sitting side by side. Hu Li moved as far to the right as possible to give Fang Yun more room.
"Come on, then." Fang Yun gazed at the hundreds of Demon Kings ahead.
Many of the Demon Kings slowly backed away.
The Marquis Wu Chariot was the pinnacle of the Craftsmen School's work. Improvements had never ceased over the years, and it had grown increasingly powerful. Some of the Craftsmen School technologies used in the chariot would even gradually spread to human workshops, greatly increasing their efficiency.
Hardly any demon barbarian had not heard of the Marquis Wu Chariot's battlefield exploits: a single chariot sweeping through an army ten thousand strong, ramming a Great Demon King to death, making ten thousand demons bow their heads with the activation of its mechanisms. The list went on and on. It might look like nothing more than an oversized wheelchair, but it