By the time Han Feng made his final descent, Zhang Hao and the others were already assembled and on guard at the designated spot.
On the other side of the cliff, the stranded teams were green with envy.
They could only watch helplessly as the ferocious Tier One Peak Wind Falcon, under Han Feng's control, transformed into the most obedient air taxi.
It ferried people across the deadly chasm, trip after trip.
This wasn't a trial; it was a curb-stomp!
"Bro! Don't go!"
Just as Han Feng was about to dismiss the Wind Falcon and rejoin his team, someone on the opposite cliff suddenly shouted through a megaphone.
"Can you take us across too? The price is negotiable!"
"Yeah! We'll pay! Fifty Spirit Coins per person! Or we can give you Tier One Upper Grade ore!"
The shouts rose and fell one after another. Faced with the threat of death, everyone had become exceptionally pragmatic.
Han Feng, standing on the Wind Falcon's back, glanced over his shoulder.
