Amid the Red Dragon Tribe's heated discussions among their Dragon-Human leadership, Chu Fei had already entered the atmosphere.
Through their observation equipment, the Dragon-Humans witnessed an extraordinary sight.
Chu Fei's tiny figure moved freely between space and sky. The entire process was incredibly smooth, without the slightest sense of resistance, as though the difference between outer space and the atmosphere simply did not exist.
However, the Dragon-Human leaders were no longer shocked. They had already been shocked before; the planet's strongest had proven the enemy's might with their lives.
Just as the Red Dragon Tribe prepared for negotiations—and even surrender—Chu Fei flew directly in another direction.
As for how the Dragon-Humans here would be dealt with, Chu Fei had never even considered it. Sorry, but a person would not consider an ant's thoughts. The current Chu Fei would not concern himself with ordinary mortals who were not Yanhuang People.
His original purpose in coming here had been simple: find some gifts to bring to their doorstep, nothing more. Now that he had discovered the possibility of something valuable on this planet, of course he had to take a look. That was far more appealing than the Dragon-Humans.
Chu Fei swept over city after city of the Dragon-Humans, bringing endless terror in his wake.
At last, Chu Fei appeared above a vast high-altitude plateau. Its area was almost comparable to the Loess Plateau, and it was covered in endless forests.
Yet at the center of this plateau lay a basin sixty kilometers across, with a lake more than twenty kilometers in diameter at its heart.
To the north stood a modest mountain range stretching for more than three hundred kilometers.
From high above, the entire plateau looked like an eye, while the low mountain range resembled an eyebrow. That strange feeling