"Palmer, is this your daily life before?"
The group moved through the hallway, where the wind flowed unimpeded through the hollow walls, creating a series of melodious tunes, yet amidst these tunes were endless cries, shadowy figures endlessly moving.
"Although storms often pass through here, in all my years, this is the first time I've encountered such a thing!"
In response to Bologue's questioning, Palmer carried his luggage.
Bologue looked at the hollow walls beside him, and without hesitation, thrust the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid, a long blade piercing into the wild wind; several Wind-Eroded Birds couldn't change their direction in time and hit the blade head-on, shattering into pieces, their blood scattered in the wind.
"This is your Clarks' stronghold, you let these monsters fly unchecked, don't you have any defensive measures?"
Aimou sensed something was amiss; the Clarks family had perished, yet they allowed these monsters to rampage.
