The Pachi tribe had gathered all the shamans here not for some indiscriminate brawl. On the contrary, they had prepared a giant passenger plane. According to the Pachi tribe, all contestants would board this plane and head to the United States, where the official competition would be held.
The other shamans were quite shocked by the news, but they did not say much. They soon boarded the plane and began their journey to the United States.
The trip from here to the United States would take twelve hours, and there was nothing much to do to pass the time, so he went to sleep with Lestia and Esther. In their seats, the two beautiful girls hugged his arms from either side as the three of them fell asleep together. The sight made the shamans nearby turn red-eyed with envy, wishing they could rush over and take his place... Unfortunately, they did not have that ability.
However, nearly ten hours later, a voice suddenly rang out inside the plane.
"Everyone, you must be tired from the long journey."
Upon hearing that voice, the drowsy crowd immediately perked up.
"What? Have we arrived already?"
However, the other party did not answer their question and simply continued.
"This aircraft is currently flying at an altitude of forty thousand feet over North America. The Pachi tribe's village is approximately twelve hundred kilometers away."
Hearing this, the people who had been woken up immediately began complaining.
"What? Aren't we still far away?"
"Can't you let us sleep a little longer? Why wake us up?"
But the next words instantly drove away all their sleepiness.
"Next, please make your own way to our Pachi tribe's village. Of course, we will only welcome contestants who arrive within three months. We will not provide you with any information.