On the sunny prairie, the gryphons were dancing in the sky, sometimes in a zigzag pattern, and sometimes in a straight line, crisscrossing and changing their formation. For those who didn't know what they were doing, they would think that this was some kind of ritual. In fact, it was the work of a cleaner.
Although the mandrake looked weak, it was also a platinum intermediate pet beast. Fang Yuan originally had wanted to let the gryphons fight freely so that he could quickly complete the cleaning task.
However, in the end, he had no choice but to command the gryphons to use whirlwind to gather them together, and then use destructive storm to clear the area.
Xiao Jin and Xiao Yin were already very tired, but the mandrake grass on the prairie was far stretching as if there was no end to it.
In any case, it was still early, so Fang Yuan wasn't in a hurry. He began to study the biological characteristics of the mandrake grass.
