"How are we supposed to get down?"
Several old Feder men were sprawled on their stomachs at the edge of the platform.
The Lord walked over and took a look. From a height of several hundred feet, even Biefeng, who hadn't made it up and was pacing anxiously on the ground, had shrunk to a small black dot. The entire vast plain was laid bare before him, as if everything had been scaled down countless times.
As a cold wind gusted, he couldn't help but shiver.
'Damn, I can't fly either…'
With his current physique, if he actually jumped, it was hard to say whether he'd smash a crater into the earth or be splattered into a pile of meat paste.
But the old Feder men would definitely be reduced to puddles of blood, so mangled that not even their own mothers could tell them apart.
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