The journey through the crow flock had been utterly unremarkable.
Of course, it had not been that easy either. After all, ominous black birds flapped their wings all around them, cawing hoarsely and spying on the variously shaped travelers with pairs of red eyes.
Zheng Qing felt as though he were facing some evil god from the depths of the Starry Sky.
Everyone was under immense psychological pressure. Even someone as lively as Li Meng had turned into a genuine quail in such an environment, tucking in her wings and obediently shrinking into the deepest part of the group, meek and quiet.
Fortunately, the Little Witch had not fainted today.
That rendered the Migu Wood leaves Zheng Qing had prepared in advance useless. But it did not matter. With Li Meng's psychological endurance, she would faint eventually. Zheng Qing would certainly get a chance to put on a positive performance in front of everyone.
With this mentality, neither exactly aboveboard nor particularly sinister, Zheng Qing and his five teammates passed safely through the crow flock and slowly descended to several hundred meters above the ground.
Below them lay a desolate stretch resembling a savanna. In the distance, rolling mountain shadows surrounded the area, while a narrow yet swift river wound through the wasteland. Its muddy waters were nearly indistinguishable in color from the soil on either bank, making Zheng Qing almost think he had returned to his hometown.
He could not help lifting his head to look at the sky.
Blue-gray cumulonimbus clouds still churned overhead, thick and dense, hiding every trace of the heavens beyond them. Yet the faint bluish hue enveloping the entire world clearly told the young wizard that this was no longer the world he knew.
The young man sighed softly and lowered his head again.