Countless streams of gray-black energy, invisible to the naked eye, struck the protective barrier, only to be gently dissipated into nothing.
'So it really is a Divine Realm.'
Han Feng confirmed his suspicion.
He took the corpse of the Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth from his Storage Space, along with a few Divine Soul Crystals it had "contributed"—crystals that contained its original essence.
He made no attempt to conceal himself. Simply carrying the moth's corpse, he swaggered right up to the edge of the Divine Realm's barrier.
The Hermit Crab Tribe below immediately spotted the intruder, and an alarm instantly blared.
One by one, Hermit Crab People warriors, each with a massive "shell" on its back and a bone pincer for a right arm, swarmed out of their lairs to watch him warily.
Soon, an ancient and weak Spiritual Thought emanated from the core of the Divine Realm.
"Foreigner, what do you want?"
"A trade." Han Feng's voice, carried by his True Qi, traveled a great distance.
