Golden Toad Island, Skysea Pavilion.
On the seventh floor, Cai Yunfeng sat in a chair with his brows tightly furrowed, his face slightly pale.
Chen Xin stood to the side with his left arm hanging empty. In the battle that day, he had slain a powerful enemy, but the Alien Race's reinforcements had arrived soon after. He had fought his way out of the encirclement at the cost of losing an arm.
"Have there still been no word of Disciple Wang and Disciple Wang Ruyan?"
Cai Yunfeng asked with a frown. If not for Wang Changsheng's assistance, he probably would never have made it back.
"No. I've kept sending people to watch for news of them, but there's been no trace. I don't know where they went."
Chen Xin shook his head. Several years had passed since the great battle, and Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan seemed to have vanished into thin air. They might already be dead, or perhaps they had been captured by the Alien Race.
"Keep people watching for news of them. The moment you hear anything, notify me."
Cai Yunfeng ordered sternly.
"Yes, Uncle-Master Cai."
Chen Xin readily agreed, bowed, and withdrew.
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Dark Eagle Island lay deep in the Sea Clan's rear, dozens of billions of miles from Golden Toad Island.
Dark Eagle Island stretched more than three thousand miles from east to west and was over a thousand miles wide from north to south. Its vegetation was lush and its spiritual energy thick. The figures of several cultivators could be seen laboring in the Spirit Fields.
Upon closer inspection, their eyes were dull and lifeless, like walking corpses.
A middle-aged man with green-feathered wings growing from his back held a green whip as he supervised the cultivators' farming.
The Human Race excelled at cultivating