After flying away from the swamp, Lear's mood gradually soared.
A long journey, over a thousand kilometers.
He still clearly remembered a few months ago, this stretch of road took him more than half a month.
After enduring all sorts of hardships and distress, he finally reached the swamp after a long trek.
But now, he could ignore most of the monsters in the wilderness.
No more traveling on foot!
Lear patted the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King running in the sky underneath him, his lips curling upwards.
Six Great Demons with dark red wings guarded the surroundings, preventing any potential dangers.
The Bubble Beast floated at the rear with bubbles packed with armor.
A dozen staff from the White Crow Commerce Association were both astonished and uneasy as they looked down at the scenery from inside the bubbles.
For them, such a situation had only appeared in imagination.
