The torches burned brightly, illuminating one deserted island after another, with the shadows of trees and shrubs flickering, and the birds and beasts on the island scattered in all directions.
The three hundred demon soldiers searched an entire night and even dragged out more than ten hiding cultivists on the surrounding deserted islands, interrogating them severely one by one, but those cultivists were all clueless and confused, none knew anything about the disappearance.
As dawn approached...
The demon soldier leader leapt into the sea again, grabbing a steel fork while swimming around.
As it swam, it suddenly shivered and raised its head to look, seeing a line of dense black smoke like a black screen blocking ahead.
The world lost its color, like a ghost wall standing strong, rooted in the ground, reaching up to the sky.
"Evil Spirit Reef Realm... the ghostly aura is that thick now." The leader couldn't help but mutter.
