The Cliff
Seeing the old man clench his teeth and look nearly crazed, Miyazaki Jiro couldn't help but urge him, "Professor Yamada, you should rest a little longer!"
He was worried the old man might be running on fumes. One moment he'd still be struggling forward, and the next he could drop dead on the spot.
If the Senkai Association had had more experts specializing in South American indigenous cultures, they wouldn't have sent such an elderly man into danger.
Before setting out, Professor Yamada had already said goodbye to his family and prepared himself for the possibility that he might never return.
"Baka! Even if I have to crawl, I'm getting there!"
Professor Yamada shoved aside Miyazaki Jiro, who was trying to hold him back, and continued staggering forward.
His hair and beard stood on end, his expression twisted. For the sake of his obsession, he was almost turning into an evil spirit.
Only a Mad Demon could survive!
"Don't worry. I'll give him a lift."
Li Bai casually swung his sword.
Sword energy howled as it swept forward, cutting through everything in its path. In an instant, nearly half a mile of passage opened up.
A towering tree, thirty or forty meters tall, shot into the air and vanished into the distance, plunging into the endless abyss. More than ten seconds later, the distant sound of a heavy impact rumbled back.
Li Bai had been right. Ahead lay the shared hiding place of the Kakaya tribe and Academy Under Heaven: the "Meteorite Crater," formed five hundred million years ago.
There might have been other routes that led safely to the bottom of the crater, but this was the shortest.
The tree flying over the cliff was also a warning to the Kakaya tribe and Academy Under Heaven: people