After diving into the mist on Red Night's back, Leo Ray, who was hovering in the air, noticed.
The twin moons here were still in the sky, but the battlefield's smoke and screams had disappeared.
In their place was a vast, quiet wooden land, which looked smooth and moist.
This strange wooden land changed color slightly at certain intervals.
The change was abrupt, as if it was composed of wooden planks hundreds of meters long, pieced together.
Further away, there stood huge square mountain outlines, indistinct under the hazy night, making it hard to see clearly.
After all, Leo Ray had been fighting at a low altitude just before, and he was only tens of meters above the ground, with limited vision, and the visibility at night was not as good as during daylight.
But all these were not the most eye-catching.
What was even more striking was that in the distance of this wooden land, three towers could be faintly seen standing in a row.