Swoosh!!
Under the night sky, two figures, one in front and one behind.
The one in front is a swath of cyan and black, carrying another figure in one arm, with Blood Pattern Wings flapping, constantly distancing from the settlement.
The one behind wears pitch-black armor, his face sullen and his eyes full of killing intent.
In the blink of an eye, both figures disappear into the distance, but oddly enough, hardly anyone in the Falcon Corps notices anything amiss.
As for the two young women on the wooden bed.
They numbly exchange a glance, then silently lie still, not daring to move.
...
"This is somewhat interesting."
Having dashed into the Green Field Swamp, Chen Feng deliberately controls his speed, yet he is still somewhat surprised by the movement technique speed of Fei Shan, the Battalion Commander of the Falcon Corps.
Despite his bulky frame and heavy iron armor, he moves as lightly as a swallow, swift and fierce like an eagle.
Indistinctly, Chen Feng can feel it.
