Tall fern-like plants blotted out the sky, and the concentration of Spiritual Qi in the air was also noticeably higher.
"Same old plan. Wang Meng and I will clear the way up front. Fan Jian, you take the rear. Everyone else, support from the middle."
Zhang Hao quickly gave the orders.
"Han Feng, you're in the sky. Be our eyes."
"Roger."
Han Feng didn't land. He remained seated cross-legged on the back of the Iron-Feathered Vulture.
The unlucky raptor had completely resigned itself to its fate.
It even tried to curry favor, gently rubbing Han Feng's pant leg with its hard beak.
"Go."
Han Feng patted the bird's head.
The Iron-Feathered Vulture beat its wings and soared high, circling two hundred meters above the team.
The ground team began to advance, and Han Feng wasn't idle in the sky either.
He discovered that although this Iron-Feathered Vulture's combat prowess was pathetic, its flight was exceptionally stable under the guidance of his Divine Sense.
