Bab 376: 214 Inheritance Altar_2

Strong Grass stopped the team on a plain: "This is almost the limit of where I've been. Beyond this, there is a colossal wind belt where hurricanes swirl all year round, their power comparable to a Seven-turn attack. I've only ventured in once, forced out after just fifteen meters, and I estimate that the wind belt spans at least one thousand five hundred meters."

"Even for our team, we wouldn't be able to make it past, unless our leader steps in!"

Kyle chose to ignore Strong Grass's Travis-worthy words.

After all, she'd said it countless times on their journey.

Kyle could only say that a woman poisoned by love was truly beyond saving.

In her eyes, their leader Dean McKenzie was an unparalleled being. Their team of 50 Seven-turn Holy Light Knights combined couldn't even match a single finger of her leader.

Kyle couldn't argue, only agreeing: "Yes, yes, as you say!"