Song Changsheng stood upon the sea waves, looking at the floating island below shrouded in a semitransparent barrier, his brows tightly furrowed.
Guided by Ling Xiao, he had gone to the stretch of sea where the Blood Soul Demonic Sect's fleet had vanished, and he had indeed discovered some faint residual spatial fluctuations there. But too much time had already passed, making it impossible to trace them back.
For now, the only clue lay on this island, though he did not hold much hope for it.
The Blood Soul Demonic Sect had been able to hide in the East Sea for so many years not because of its strength, but because of its precise judgment of the situation and its cautious way of doing things. All these years, it had kept accumulating strength, rarely taking the initiative to step into the open.
Though they had sent troops this time, in truth they had long since made preparations to run away behind the scenes. From the bottom of their hearts, they had never thought this battle could be won; they had merely come to put on an act, slippery as loaches.
"True Lord, shall we go down and take a look?" Ling Xiao asked softly.
"You stay here. I'll go down and take a look myself." Song Changsheng kept feeling that there had to be some other purpose behind the Blood Soul Demonic Sect leaving this lone island here by itself.
To be safe, it was better to let Ling Xiao remain above. If anything unexpected happened, it would be easier for him to get away alone.
Song Changsheng silently sank into the sea. The barrier around the island was only Fourth-Tier Supreme-Grade; in front of him, it was no different from empty air. When he entered, he did not even