"That Spiritual Detection just now came from the seven old demons here, didn't it? Forget it. I'll just deal with them all when the time comes."
Nan Fusheng shook his head slightly, then began to carefully examine his surroundings.
The sea in the northeastern part of the continent was bitterly cold, with biting winds howling past like knives. Because of that, most of the trees growing on this island were coniferous. At a glance, that lush green expanse added a touch of unusual vitality and life to this cold, lonely island.
The only thing that felt somewhat oppressive was that all the trees here, the vegetation, and even the earth itself were black—pitch-black as ink. It was enough to make anyone shrink back, as if countless ghostly shadows were lurking everywhere.
Nan Fusheng narrowed his eyes slightly and released his Spiritual Power, sensing the surrounding aura.
He discovered that although everything here was black, there was no overly dense Dark Element aura. Everything was normal, not much different from an ordinary forest.
If there had to be a difference, it was probably that these trees did not have the slightest trace of life aura.
"These trees are already dead. But they didn't turn to dust. Instead, they look carbonized, hard as iron and stone, yet without the slightest life aura. This must be the work of the Power of Destruction." Nan Fusheng walked up to a large tree and reached out to touch it.
The instant his palm came into contact with the trunk, a bone-chilling cold spread through his entire body. No warmth or breath of life came from it. In its place was a dense, heavy sense of deathly stillness, surging up like a raging tide as it tried to erode his body and mind.
However, Nan Fusheng's