บท 92: Chapter 92: Just Do It Rashly

The cultivators within the carriage stared at the approaching cliff ahead with terror in their faces.

Clearly, the vehicle wouldn't stop; it was going to keep crashing forward—a case of the egg smashing against the rock.

"Boss Ye is too reckless!"

"Shut up, hold tight, and brace yourselves. We're about to crash into it—don't bite your own tongue."

"Get down, get down!"

Inside the carriage, people were in a complete mess, their eyes tightly shut, clinging for dear life to the handrails, not daring to look ahead.

"Woof, kid, you're not really thinking of crashing into it, are you?" Ergouzi, who was in the passenger seat, saw the condition of the road ahead and immediately bristled.

Ji Wuqing was also so frightened that his fur stood on end: "No way, no way, you're not seriously going to crash into it, are you?"

"I want to get off; please open the door, Brother Ye."

Yu Sanbian said indifferently, his hand involuntarily gripping the handle beside him.