The procession of more than two hundred people wound its way toward the interior of Ghost Island. The afterglow of the setting sun still lingered, yet it only made the atmosphere more terrifying. The pitch-black rainforest was like an evil ghost with its bloody maw wide open, waiting for them to descend.
Zhao Xuan followed with Hermione. Their bodies floated through the air as they crossed the coast, leaving not the slightest trace on the beach.
Only after leaping through the sky did Zhao Xuan and Hermione see just how vast the island was. Looking out, they could not see its end.
It was not that their eyesight could not reach the boundary. Rather, a towering mountain suddenly rose from the island's center in the distance, blocking their view and making it impossible for their sight to pass beyond it.
Zhao Xuan's divine sense was currently suppressed by that violent Spiritual Power and could only maintain a range of around one kilometer. If he had not been worried about drawing the attention of the pirates below, he would have long since used Purple Heaven Divine Lightning to sweep away all that fragmented Spiritual Power.
Seeing the pirates lead the crowd deeper into the rainforest, Zhao Xuan hurriedly followed with Hermione. Observing their route, it was not difficult to see that their destination was the mountain at the center of the island.
That mountain, hazy beneath the nightfall, inexplicably made Zhao Xuan feel somewhat wary, as though some great terror lay hidden there.
As the sun gradually sank beneath the sea horizon on the other side of the island, the rainforest was completely swallowed by darkness.
The travelers trembled one after another. Wails and cries of pain sounded continuously, and every face was filled with fear.
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