"Domain Lord Chen."
Weird Emperor Jiu Wu jogged up to Chen Fan, panting heavily. "What are your next instructions?"
A Ghost Emperor following behind him crouched down with practiced ease, extended his palm, and lifted Chen Fan onto his shoulder.
By now, the One-Eyed Continent had been completely cleared.
Not a single strange entity remained.
This Strange Entity Clan, which needed to occupy just one more continent to advance to a third-level race, had died in its cradle. As Chen Fan had said, although morality forbade people from killing children in their cradles, a child in a cradle was still easier to bully than an adult.
He was not actually tired.
With his stamina, and without any brutal fighting, he was nowhere near being out of breath. But this made him look busy. If those strange tides had been capable of hurting him at all, he would even have made himself look covered in wounds.
"Leave some Logistics Pavilion Members here to inventory the spoils."
"There's no time to waste."
"Head straight to the Dark Star Continent, where the Dark Star Clan is based. We'll hit them again before they get the news."
"Understood!"
Weird Emperor Jiu Wu nodded firmly. His initial apprehension had vanished, and he was even eager to try.
Chen Fan said nothing more.
He simply stood on the continent's beach and looked up into the sky, wondering how things were going on the Provocateur Continent. This world was completely different from the one he had lived in before.
The Mortal Domain's explorations had reached the Fallen Firmament.
It lay twenty thousand kilometers above the ground.
Yes.
Twenty thousand kilometers, not twenty thousand meters.
That altitude clearly defied the common sense of his previous life. At twenty thousand kilometers, the Fallen Firmament blocked the way. Unless something