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As he continued onward, Wang Yi occasionally spotted members of the Death Sin Race. They were easy to identify; each was shrouded in a deathly, evil aura. Nearly all those he encountered had pitch-black skin.
Some resembled exotic beasts, while others were humanoid, clad in robes and even carrying weapons. Of course, their weapons were extremely crude.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~" A mass of white mist drifted in the distance.
Wang Yi's expression changed slightly. According to intelligence from the Cosmic Gods of the Xiafeng Ancient Kingdom who had lost Clones here, the Spherical White Mist on this Floating Island possessed an incredibly terrifying corrosive force. Any Cosmic God who touched it would be annihilated instantly! Even Secret Treasures would turn to powder upon contact! It was clear that even the body of an Ultimate Realm Cosmic God would likely be reduced to dust if it touched it. This was undoubtedly one of the Floating Island's most terrifying dangers. Of course, as long as one avoided it, there would be no problem.
He continued onward. Since he could only fly slowly, it took him a long time to cover merely a few percent of the Floating Island. Along the way, he discovered quite a few "environmental dangers."
The Death Sin Race here should have discovered me. I'm this close; they should make a move soon. Wang Yi thought to himself. From his clashes with the Death Sin Race along the way, he had also discovered that even with equal strength and identical power, they were far too lacking in the profundities of rules. The Death Sin Race and natives here probably possessed only twenty to thirty percent of the strength of cultivators at the same level. *No wonder they say Emperor Xia can preserve his life even against