After they flew onto the small island, both the Yin energy and corpse poison grew much thicker. Needless to say, the cultivator surnamed Xin released his divine sense at full force, and even Lin Xuan did the same, in case the other side launched a sneak attack.
Fortunately, there was no ambush. As for the poison, Lin Xuan did not take it seriously in the slightest. The Azure Phantom Nether Fire he cultivated was a first-rate poisonous flame beneath the heavens, and he had long been taking Absolute Poison Pills. Unless he encountered a late-stage great cultivator who practiced Poison Arts, ordinary poisons could all be ignored as if they were nothing, not worth the slightest concern.
Around the small island, there were still restrictions that shielded divine sense, but under Lin Xuan's full effort, their effect was not great. Very soon, his brows lifted as he discovered the Corpse Demon's whereabouts.
"Let's go!"
As Lin Xuan spoke, he changed direction, his escape light shooting toward the southwest. The cultivator surnamed Xin was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly followed.
Now that he was deep in the tiger's den, Lin Xuan was his mountain to lean on. Even if someone tried to drive him away, he absolutely would not leave.
This island was clearly not large, yet it was obstructed by illusion formations and restrictions. The two of them wound left and right, flying for the time it took to drink several cups of tea before the view before them suddenly opened up.
It was a small stretch of plain, piled with heaps of disorderly rocks. Strangely, however, every few meters across the ground there was a hole the size of a bowl's mouth, bottomless, with billowing corpse Qi surging out from within.
When Lin Xuan saw this, his eyes