Feather Clan

He shot northeast!

He was heading to the Arctic Ice Plain to see the Feather Clan, the people punished by the gods!

And to find out what these so-called gods really were.

Just as Yang Ming left, the tremendous commotion caught the attention of the royal court guards. They rushed over, but found nothing.

The prison before them had already been reduced to ruins!

But none of that had anything to do with Yang Ming anymore.

He was now very interested in the Feather Clan.

A race said to have been punished by the gods—who knew whether the rumors were true or false?

But regardless of whether they were true or not, he had to see them for himself.

The Arctic Ice Plain lay at the northernmost end of the planet, a place of utter and bitter cold. As Yang Ming flew onward, the weather gradually grew colder.

He was incredibly fast. In a single day, he crossed more than half the planet, and the ice plain had already appeared before him.

"My lord, in another two hours, we will reach the Dark Icefield where the Feather Clan resides. My lord, the climate there is extremely cold. Should we put on cold-weather gear?"

Looking at the ice plain before them, Gao Yuan spoke with utmost respect.

He had now completely submitted to Yang Ming. Setting everything else aside, just the fact that Yang Ming had flown across more than half the planet in one day, from Dragon Country to the Arctic Ice Plain—he would never have dared imagine such divine speed.

Even the lord of the Northern Profound Region could not possibly accomplish such a thing.

That was a distance of hundreds of thousands of miles!

Following someone like this was far better than anything else.

"Fine."

Yang Ming nodded.