Crash!
The small white-gray stone statue continued to dart across the gravelly terrain for nearly half a month.
It seemed tireless, and when hungry, it would dive into the ground, feeding on soil.
After satiating its hunger, it would give a little shake, vibrate its small stone wings to shed off gravel and dust, and soar across the skies once more.
The scenery in the shared vision kept changing until the end.
The mountain cliffs, once the site of a great Saint battle, were approaching closer, visible with a blood-red, gigantic barrier covering the sky and mountains like a dome.
Several Black-Scaled Winged Snakes coiled in mid-air within a space of over a kilometer, and many figures of Snake-men in armor, holding spears, overlooked the barrier.
There seemed to be a lake inside, faintly visible, and a large Snake-man camp had arisen outside the barrier on the ground below.
Snake-man warriors patrolled vigilantly, with their leaders at the Fourth Rank level.
