High-Altitude Outdoor Cooking! Roasted Beast Wings Whose Aroma Filled the Entire Cloud Sea

After a morning of aerial combat drills, everyone had finally gotten a complete feel for the awkward rhythm of high-altitude battles.

The force-generating methods that had served them so well on the ground were almost entirely useless amid the turbulent winds ten thousand meters above the Cloud Sea.

The wind had no fixed direction, the air no constant state, and the void offered no support. Every punch and every displacement required them to readjust to the airflow all over again.

The group composed themselves and continued deeper toward the core region of the floating landmass.

The farther inland they went, the clearer the extreme environment of the entire Cloud Sea Sanctuary became.

The giant leaf-vein platform beneath their feet grew increasingly thick. Layer upon layer of vines and tangled roots intertwined into a vegetated land stretching for thousands of miles, stably supporting the entire high-altitude ecosystem. Below, the endless Cloud Sea surged without pause, its pure-white waves of cloud piled one upon another, with no end in sight.

The sky overhead was clean to the point of cruelty.

With no mist from the lower atmosphere to block it, the vicious sunlight streamed straight down. The ultraviolet radiation seared to the bone. Even after eating Ice Crystal Cucumbers and gaining greatly improved skin resistance, everyone could still feel the constant scorching on their exposed skin.

The low-pressure environment seeped into their bodies everywhere. Their eardrums buzzed faintly without pause, while a trace of dull pressure remained in their chests.

Even after adapting to the thin oxygen, traveling for a long time still brought on inexplicable fatigue and irritability.

The most unbearable thing was the irregular high-altitude turbulence.

At times, a gentle breeze brushed the leaves, quiet and soothing. In the blink of an eye, a horizontal gale would sweep across the