Feng Lin piloted the helicopter, searching nearby for a flat area to land.
Once the helicopter had landed, he immediately followed suit.
He leapt into an irregularly shaped rectangular hole.
After entering the ruins, there were no signs of destruction around.
Feng Lin could roughly guess the thoughts of the two Demon Generals who had come before.
That kind of potion could only control Chi Jinghong for ten minutes.
How dare they come here to cause destruction?
It was clear that they must have fled back to Li Hentian to report the news.
"Who are you?"
A few guards clad in battle armor stopped Feng Lin in his tracks a short distance away and asked sternly.
Their silver hair and red pupils marked them as members of the Jiuli Tribe.
"He is one of our own."
Chi Jinghong approached from afar, speaking calmly.
"Empress!"
All the people there bowed in salute.
"Feng Lin, come with me!"
After speaking, Chi Jinghong walked deeper inside.
