Behind him, the Wooden Bowl was already kneeling in the snow, then quickly rolled to the side, all the while shouting desperately.
Chen Yan knew she was still shouting those two words at him—run fast.
Chen Yan couldn't afford to look back, and the current situation didn't allow him the chance to do so!
A convoy of twenty snow sleds was not something Chen Yan could handle in his current state of lacking ammunition!
Even if his ammunition was fully stocked, it still wouldn't be feasible!
After these days of battle, Chen Yan had roughly estimated his limits—in an area without Primordial Qi and unable to cast spells, by himself, relying on ample ammunition, he could at most handle five or six snow sleds at once!
Any more, and he would find himself in danger.
More than twenty would be suicidal!
