"Tsk tsk."
"That's it..."
After the dried corpses in the wheat fields appeared, the scarecrows around them began to disappear.
They all blended into the air.
Only one scarecrow was left.
It was Flanders himself.
His gaze was dim as he glanced at Pine, who had been burned beyond recognition, before looking at the sky. His gaze stopped at a certain spot in the sky.
Then, the next moment, a smile appeared on his face.
...
On the other side.
"Don't open your eyes."
Lyle's eyes were closed as he shuttled through space.
This kind of spatial magic consumed a lot of energy.
Because when traveling through space, one could not see with one's eyes. One could only use one's mental strength to constantly search for and determine the coordinates.
