Harry stored all the corpses and jumped onto Wolfie's back.
"Run, you bastard!" Harry screamed in panic.
Wolfie wanted to throw this man off, but he couldn't afford to play around—his life was also in danger. He ran at full speed.
It took Harry quite a while before he saw them disappear beyond the mountains.
His happiness didn't last long—three Behemoths were still following them.
"Oh... damn... damn! Run faster!"
Harry was sure they were at least level 6 beasts. Behemoths weren't known for their speed, but on the other hand, Wolfie wasn't an expert at running in mountainous terrain either.
Harry felt the distance between them increasing. A smile formed on his face, but suddenly, Wolfie came to an abrupt halt, nearly causing Harry to fall off.
"Are you trying to kill me?!" Harry yelled, but his eyes widened when he saw what lay ahead.
Until now, all his focus had been on the Behemoths chasing them. But now, in front of them, stood another group of Titan Behemoths.
