Leaving the Night Shadow Clan, Lear was in a very good mood.
Not only did this trip yield a large amount of ore, but he also gained a model for study and observation.
And he didn't need to pay any price.
Comfortable.
Leaving the other's territory, it was already past 3 o'clock, and the sun was scorching.
Flying in the sky, Lear was surrounded by a faint black mist, absorbing all the heat.
The high temperature didn't affect him at all, and he continued to enjoy the cool air.
The shadow cloak behind him perfectly showcased the effect of a level 14 life form...
A moving air conditioner, an automatic flying device.
Behind him, the barbarian leader Azaken, who was being carried by a Great Demon, had a very complex expression at this moment.
The whole process of entering the Night Shadow Clan felt like a dream to him.
Lord Lear's extraordinary presence was truly astonishing. Even in a tribe he'd never been to, utmost respect was shown to him.
