At the sight of those mountains suspended in midair, Zhang Tie's mind shook violently. He almost thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, but upon closer inspection, they were not. Those mountains truly floated in the sky. As far as his eyes could see, there was more than one range hanging in the air—some large, some small. The smaller peaks covered around a hundred mu, while the largest were practically cities unto themselves.
Without a doubt, this was not the world he knew.
But why were there people of the Hua Clan here, along with members of the Devil Race? Why was the armor that man wore so strange? Where exactly was this place...? All these questions surged into Zhang Tie's mind like a tidal wave.
After taking a glance at his surroundings, Zhang Tie decided to pretend to remain unconscious. His strength had yet to recover, and those people did not seem to bear him any ill will, so he let the man carry him aboard the flying boat in the sky.
It truly was a flying boat. Its design differed from those of Great Xia, but it was unquestionably the real thing. Even with his eyes closed, Zhang Tie knew it was a flying boat.
Zhang Tie felt that man reach out and feel the artery in his neck before speaking.
"Boss, he's still alive..."
"A Zhi, inspect him. Don't let a shapeshifting demon sneak aboard. If we reach Tianfang City and someone discovers that this person was transformed from a shapeshifting demon, we'll be in deep trouble!" A low voice rang out beside Zhang Tie.
As that voice sounded, Zhang Tie heard weapons being drawn all around him. It seemed that those nearby had gone on guard. If he truly was a "shapeshifting demon," those weapons