The Land of the Far West, where the sun rises again.
"Is this really the Mountain and Sea Realm?"
Amidst the rampant slaughter by the Demon Descendants, Keren Race, and Fallen Dragons.
A small skeleton eagerly appeared all over the battlefield, collecting the skulls of those dead creatures.
Beside this little skeleton, a mechanical raptor slightly larger in size watched vigilantly, not daring to relax even a bit.
"That's right, this is indeed the Mountain and Sea Realm."
"I can feel the wind here listening to my voice, just like the original Mountain and Sea Realm."
Incarnated as a raptor, Dororo spoke in a low voice, affirming Xiao Gu's words.
As the wind elf of the Mountain and Sea Realm, Dororo was more familiar with the wind here than anyone else.
At this moment, the storm blowing through this world was indistinguishable from that of the Mountain and Sea Realm, equally manipulable by Dororo.
