In the mist, rain drifted down in a sweeping curtain.
Shadow Island was exceptionally desolate. Unknown beasts howled in the mountains, while raindrops pattered against branches and leaves.
In the darkness, a terrifying figure passed through brambles and strode through layer upon layer of rain and fog toward the heart of the island. An indescribable oppressive aura spread through the air.
Killing intent overflowed from Shen Yi. With every step he took, the rain around him froze with chilling cold, suspended motionless in midair as he advanced with unwavering steps.
Within the frost-laden rain, a pair of dim green eyes followed close behind, while another pair of blood-red eyes walked beside him. They were Yu Chen and Sikong Guxing. Meng Ke'er had not come along; entrusted by Shen Yi, she led her clansmen and Little Black in waiting outside the mist to stop any reinforcements from the Soul Tribe.
"Enemy atta—"
Lightning flashed, illuminating the rainy night. The warriors guarding Shadow Island felt an icy chill. Just as they were about to cry out, they felt something clamp around their throats. In an instant, life left them. Shen Yi withdrew his divine fire, leaving only piles of powder to be washed away by the rain.
As he advanced, Shen Yi was like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves. The Divine Demon Wings, clad in pale and frigid divine fire, continuously harvested soul after soul. No sprays of blood, no splashing crimson—it was as though he were taking a leisurely stroll. In the rainy night, a demonic silhouette like a Killing God endlessly reaped lives.
At this moment, Shen Yi had no mercy and no guilt. Their positions differed; sooner or later, these people would turn their blades against him. Reality was this cruel.
At last, he arrived outside the island's