Many convoys appeared before them. However, they all belonged to the Phantom Army. Fully-armed soldiers swiftly got off the convoys and pointed their firearms in the direction of James’ convoy.

James looked at the soldiers of the Phantom Army. His face darkened, and he asked coldly, “What do you think you are doing? Do you know who I am?”

“Of course I know.”

A middle-aged man stepped forward. He was wearing an ancient-looking costume.

James fixed his gaze on the man. He could not recall