Swish!!
A few days later.
Golden stone wings swept across the sky, fierce winds whistling past.
Several giant flying eagles followed closely, traversing the high clouds.
More than ten elite warriors clad in silver armor and green vine cloaks all had steely solemn faces, with a hint of excitement.
Once, they were held back by the three tribes, making it difficult to venture far from the Holy City.
But now, unknowingly, there was a change in the order of attack and defense.
"Lord Feng Chen, not much further, and we'll reach Heavenly Tragedy Mountain."
Molly and Oron rode on a giant flying eagle nearby, the former's brown hair fluttering in the wind as she spread out a sheepskin scroll to check the map, her voice carried through the vibrating air.
Upon hearing this, Chen Feng nodded, standing on the shoulder of the Holy Shield Giant Statue, the active power in his body returning to calmness.
