"Fly?" Sun Da Ren took a glance at Little Princess, with disdain in his eyes.
It wasn't that their habitual thinking led them to prefer walking on the ground; it was because Sun Da Ren, after countless adventures, understood one thing very clearly: the more apparent a loophole, the greater the hidden danger.
Little Princess felt a bit unconvinced, "What if, just what if, the Seven-Hearted Demon Lord overlooked the sky—there's a saying in your Human Race, 'A wise man is bound to make some mistakes.'"
Sun Da Ren sighed and casually crafted several Mechanical Kites. The lifelike birds soared above the grassland, only to suddenly be torn apart by an invisible force. The various parts scattered down, some falling on the grassland and quickly rusting into nutrients for the grass, whereas others landed on the purple-red path and were flattened by gravity.