"Sure enough, the hundreds of years I spent sunk away were enough for many powerhouses to get ahead of me. And quite a lot happened too. But why were they coming after me? How had I provoked them?"
Qin Yang raced through the air, his figure seeming to skip frames as he flickered in and out of sight. With every step, he vanished from where he stood and appeared more than a dozen miles away.
Black Wind surged behind him, whirling after him in relentless pursuit.
A month earlier, Qin Yang had crossed that Floating Island and continued onward. Just as he had expected, every Floating Island ahead rose higher and higher.
The environment on every Floating Island was completely different. In any case, not a single one was a pleasant place, each with its own dangers. Qin Yang avoided them and pressed onward.
Not until he had crossed more than seventy Floating Islands and set foot on another new one did the change occur.
A Bull-headed Great Demon, a white-bearded old man, and a smiling tiger dressed like a landowner attacked him with deadly force the moment they saw him, without a word.
Qin Yang had always believed that if he could avoid making enemies, he should. Once enmity was formed, he would have to resolve it, wasting even more time.
He had originally wanted to exchange a few words with them and see whether there had been some misunderstanding.
Who would have thought these three fellows would say nothing at all? Not a single word of nonsense. When they attacked, they were ruthlessly vicious.
The instant they exchanged blows, Qin Yang keenly noticed that they were very strong. They showed none of the usual signs of Dead Spirits possessing power but being unable to wield it.
That meant