"Escape first, explanation later."
The middle-aged man threw the scythe again. This time, the scythe was different from the last; it exuded an ominous black aura.
"Let the Fire Slime unleash its full power."
The wolf-skin air balloon suddenly ascended, dodging the two extremely dangerous scythe throws.
The scythe returned to the hand of the middle-aged man once again. This time he didn't throw it, as the distance made it impossible to hit.
The middle-aged man's face grew sullen as he watched Li Cunxu leave.
"Let the Winged Slime push with all its might toward the west."
Flying over the wolf smoke, Chen Lu saw the camp behind it. Over a hundred people were working; some were drying fish, washing clothes by the river, and farming the fields.
The scene left Chen Lu even more puzzled.
Unable to understand why the middle-aged man attacked them unprovoked, forcing them to descend.
