The Black Roc Beast

This battlefield was seeing quite a bit of action.

There was a magnificent beast the size of a small mountain. It looked like a creature from the legends.

On its back was an inn-like building. It was, in fact, the Black Roc Beast that Fang Yuan had ridden on once before.

However, the Black Roc Beast now was in a terrible state. One of its wings was broken and it was unable to fly away. It could only thrash about on the ground as it defended itself against a large group of armed men.

"Black Roc! You won't escape this time!"

"If you surrender now, we might let you keep your wretched life!"

…

Profane taunts and jeers filled the air.

"Pui!"

Black Roc's exasperated voice floated out from the inn.

"I'd rather die than fall into your dirty little hands!"

'It's really him!'

Fang Yuan smiled lightly as he had recognised the voice of the specialised provider of long-distance flights.