These thugs and bandits who specialized in looting the belongings of newly arrived souls were far from an isolated case. Before Aoko and the others even left this slum, they had already taken out four groups of them. The local customs were truly simple and the hospitality warm.
The residents here were utterly unfazed by people slaughtering each other in the streets. After witnessing what Aoko and the others had done, they merely shut their doors and windows tight, showing no other reaction whatsoever.
It seemed that in this surrounding area, as long as a soul had not been devoured by a Hollow—
What was even more overbearing was that once this formation was completed, even the natural spiritual energy within its space would be sealed away, no longer obeying the cultivators' command.
He also knew full well that, with his current foundation, he was nothing before those major powers. Once anyone learned that he possessed a Dragon Island Token, representatives from every top force would swarm in. He did not know who would ultimately obtain his Dragon Island Token, but he knew that he would most likely be killed.
"Enough, Boss Zhou. Let's cut the nonsense and start the bet already." Ye Feng waved a hand and spoke indifferently.
Night shrouded the earth. The vast fields stretched endlessly into the darkness, and silence filled the surroundings.
Snoring echoed through the desert, making the people engrossed in their research frown deeply as they looked at the snoring Li Shang with great displeasure. However, wary of the guns in Alva's group's hands, they said nothing.
Because it was a vacuum barrier, cut off from heaven and earth, spiritual power could not dissipate. The shattered fragments of spiritual energy drifted everywhere like clusters of galaxies—some black and red, some jade-green, some interwoven