Since they had settled on a plan, the five no longer hesitated and immediately flew toward the island together.
They soon plunged deep into the mist. Once inside it, Lin Xuan discovered that it had the effect of restricting divine sense. But that did not matter. For one thing, Lin Xuan's divine sense was incomparably powerful, and this paltry mist was far from enough to suppress it. For another, he had cultivated the Heavenly Phoenix Divine Eye, and it had perfectly fused with the Heavenly Eye Technique. For this bit of mist to think it could restrict his six senses was nothing but a fool's dream.
A trace of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth, but Lin Xuan still remained vigilant. After all, this island had risen from the bottom of the sea and was mysterious to begin with; Lin Xuan did not dare be too careless.
Capsizing in a gutter was something he absolutely would not allow.
Compared to him, the Four Friends of Yan Mountain were much more tense. The five of them did not fly particularly fast in their escape lights.
After roughly several dozen breaths, a violent gale suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Lin Xuan's brow furrowed, and without another word, spiritual light surged around him. The Nine Heavens Spirit Shield had already appeared in sight. Though the Four Friends of Yan Mountain were startled, their reactions were not slow either, and they each brought out their own defensive magic treasures.
Yet no attack came. Instead, the surroundings rapidly darkened. It became so black they could not see their fingers before their faces, and the restriction suppressing divine sense abruptly increased by several times over.
The divine sense of Nascent Soul Realm cultivators could no longer leave their bodies. Lin Xuan was naturally much