Swoosh!
The tail that was swinging behind suddenly wrapped around the white neck of the woman in the white dress like a steel cable and swept her over to Mao Ying's side. "I will love you dearly," Mao Ying said, opening her mouth, revealing two sharp fangs, and bit down on that snow-white neck.
On the island shrouded in thick white mist.
"Find a place to throw her." Mao Ying licked her lips, which were vividly as red as blood.
The two warrior n standing in front of her, having just witnessed her feeding process, couldn't help but shiver.
"Yes, Lord Mao Ying." The two imdiately lifted the corpse that lay on the ground, quickly heading into the jungle, casually tossing the body into the bushes, as if they were disposing of trash.
"Blood, truly the most delicious thing in the world." Mao Ying licked her lips, her figure flickered, leaving behind three afterimages in the air, and then she vanished from the spot.
...
anwhile, approximately sixty nautical miles from the island, six figures were swiftly flying through the sky.
"We're almost at Duwu Island, but the mist inside is dense and the miasma thick, let's slow down a bit and approach it carefully," Mu Lihong transmitted his thoughts.
"Hmph, even if the cultivators from Han Country co out, what can they do? Are they really a match for us?" Xuan Shi scoffed.
Ye Beichen and Guo Da exchanged a look, feeling sowhat helpless. Xuan Shi is highly skilled, an outstanding genius among the Demon Sect, but is extrely proud and aloof.
Lin Mo frowned, having already condensed his Divine Thought into a straight line, probing into that island shrouded by white mist.
The island is an irregular elongated shape, roughly twenty kiloters at its longest point, but the pervasive white mist seems to have so function of defending against Divine Thought, making penetration impossible, but faintly there is a sense of a powerful Life Aura within the island.
Swish, swish, swish...
With reduced moving speed, it took them twenty minutes to reach the vicinity of the island, finally seeing the island covered in white fog.
"There seems to be soone on the island..." Mu Lihong frowned.
The others also stopped, realizing that at such a close distance, they could naturally sense the presence of human aura inside the island.
"Let's go down from here," Ye Beichen pointed, instantly turning into a shadow and diving down.
Lin Mo also followed, rushing down together.
Passing through layers of white fog, the group landed on the edge of the island, where vegetation was dense, with thorns everywhere, but compared to the African rainforest, the forest wasn't as dense.
"Let's approach the center of the island and see what secrets this place holds," Mu Lihong transmitted his thoughts.
Everyone nodded, though Xuan Shi didn't speak at all, having already turned into afterimages, leaping across tree branches, swiftly moving toward the center of the island. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel(ꜰ)ire
Mu Lihong saw Xuan Shi's movents, feeling sowhat helpless, as Xuan Shi was quite strong, and being a genius from the Golden Eagle Clan, naturally feared no danger.
The rest followed closely, Lin Mo remained silent, his main objective now was to find his parents.
...
At this mont.
In the center of the island, sitting cross-legged on a stone platform were a woman and two n, all dressed in unusually ancient attire, the woman's face was unnaturally pale, contrasting eerily with her bright red lips.
As for the other two n, one was wearing ancient war armor from Han Country, while the other wore ordinary Han Country attire, with an ancient hairstyle.
All three simultaneously opened their eyes.
"Soone has intruded on the island," Xiuhui's willow leaf-like eyebrows knitted together.
"Let Mao Ying go have a look, perhaps so nearby fishern accidentally ca onto the island," Bai Cangzhu said indifferently.
"Hmm, with the three of us on the island, that creature's food is under lockdown here, it absolutely cannot have an accident, otherwise we won't be able to answer to Lord Pei Yongjun," Sha Shengshi spoke.
"Alright, I'll notify Mao Ying to take a look." Xiuhui ford a Dharma Seal in her hand, sending a red beam of light piercing through the white fog, instantly flying towards the southwest.
...
"Yes, Lady Xiuhui, I understand."
Having just finished breakfast, Xiuhui's face showed extre respect, then imdiately a bloodthirsty glint erged, "Could it be another al offering itself?"
"I don't mind eating a bit more," Mao Ying's smile broadened, then let out a sharp, piercing strange sound.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...
Approximately thirty figures wearing tight black clothing instantly appeared around Mao Ying, moving quickly and agilely.
"Lord Mao Ying," one person stepped forward, watching Mao Ying with a slight bow and a hint of deference.
"There are intruders on the island, co with to take a look," Mao Ying said, then darted forward swiftly like an agile black cat, heading quickly into the thick forest covered in thorns.
The thirty figures in black tight clothes also turned into afterimages, using tree branches to leap, instantly following Mao Ying.
...
Lin Mo landed on a tree trunk, exerting a slight force, and propelled himself like a cannonball, each leap covering hundreds of ters.
"There are people coming ahead!"
Lin Mo's Divine Thought sensed thirty-one Life Auras approaching them at a fast pace.
Mu Lihong, Ye Beichen, Guo Da, Peacock, Xuan Shi simultaneously halted, standing on the thick tree trunk, eyes watching ahead.
Sure enough, they saw dozens of black figures moving at high speed, leaving only black afterimages in the air, swiftly closing in on them.
"One, two, three, four, five... six... six people," Mao Ying landed on a thick tree trunk, her whole body like a cat arching, with purple eyes emitting a sinister aura, she couldn't help licking her lips.
"Who are you? Dare to intrude on Duwu Island?" Mao Ying squinted her eyes, a cold gleam flashing through her slits.
Mu Lihong replied, "And who are you, staying on this small island?"
Mao Ying's expression suddenly changed, as Mu Lihong and Lin Mo among others revealed a trace of aura, whose intensity was no weaker than her own.
Although Mao Ying was speaking in the Han Country language, being cultivators, they not only cultivate the body but the soul continually evolves, making learning abilities extraordinarily strong, so basic communication posed no barriers.
"Folks, this is our territorial sea, and we are not very welcoming. If you still do not wish to leave, then don't bla for being impolite," Mao Ying licked her lips, knowing blood is a very delicious food, especially the blood of the strong is particularly tasty.
"Yesterday in this sea area, a cruise ship disappeared, you should know where it is, right?" A calm voice sounded, filled with intense killing intent.
Mao Ying's pupils abruptly contracted, her gaze falling on the speaking youth, dressed in casual wear, with black hair and eyes, a face sowhat scholarly and handso, yet looking at the other, Mao Ying felt as if staring at a sharp sword, causing even a chill to rise within her soul.
"I don't know what you're talking about, but if you do not leave, I think you won't be able to go even if you wish," Mao Ying coldly retorted.
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