"Roar!"
Flying Tiger let out a light roar and dove downwards!
At a height of about five or six meters off the ground, it abruptly ascended, realigning its massive form on the spot.
The swirling air currents blew onto the ground, pushing the grass below to both sides.
"Flying Tiger, leave that Little Flame Demon on the far side to you."
"Let's go!"
Zong Shen first shouted at the Flying Tiger, then turned to address Gujate and Rasama.
Gujate nodded lightly, leaping up and jumping straight down to the ground.
The dreads behind him fluttered in the wind, appearing very carefree.
Rasama, as always indifferent, silently floated up and slowly descended towards the ground.
Zong Shen himself was the last to leave.
Like Gujate, he jumped straight down; with their physical capabilities, landing from a height of five or six meters would not cause any harm to their bodies.
