"Emhardt, quickly go inside the Wutong Tree and deliver this letter to the clan leader of the Slimes, Baline, ask him to send this letter to the South Continent, hurry!"
"Oh... oh... then... then you all must be careful!"
Emhardt hesitated for a moment but still took the paper airplane-shaped letter in his mouth and swiftly left, flying towards the distant Wutong Tree.
Fisher lowered his head, not daring to delay. He extended his hand, using the power of transmutation to slowly dissolve his fingers into blood, while his other hand quickly transformed into an engraved knife, inscribing the Dream Magic from his memory onto the ground.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
"Senior Ashley!"
As the ground's magic instantly formed, Fisher cast the spell without a second thought, only at the last moment did he remind the other party with a word.
