"I'll go meet the Sea Clan first." Liu Zhenhuan patted Avril's shoulder. "Later, Little Ai, you should also greet them. If things don't work out, you and Figo should return to Florence. Once the war starts, this place won't be suitable for either of you to be around."
Avril and Whale Warrior Figo nodded silently, their faces gloomy.
The city gate of Witherspoon opened with a creak, and a pure black nightmare steed stepped out, leaving behind a trail of flame footprints and galloped towards the main formation of the Hai Mu allied troops.
Golden sunlight shone on the lush Primitive Ancient Origin. As Liu Zhenhuan galloped, his Mohican hair wildly danced in the wind. His gaze was like the flaming hooves of the nightmare, leaving an indelible memory in the desolate plains.
"Toot ~ toot ~ toot ~"
"Howl ~ howl ~ howl ~"
