Lear calmed his mind, then turned to look at the Great Demon beside him.
After some thought, he put six of them into the Shadow Cage.
Only one was left beside him for protection.
Having too many in numbers would be too conspicuous; this was the territory of the Gray Dwarves, and he just wanted to make a fortune quietly without attracting too much attention.
He glanced at the lone yet equally fierce Great Demon, nodding in satisfaction.
"Into the city!"
He immediately flew toward Molten Iron City.
The closer he got, the more he could feel how majestic this city carved from a mountain was.
Stretching from heaven to earth, dotted with heavy crossbow towers, just approaching it gave a sense of oppression.
In its presence, ordinary people seemed as insignificant as sand.
More extravagantly, the outside of this city's walls was cast with molten steel, forming a thick outer shell.
Paired with heavy walls, it could be called indestructible.
