The resounding, ancient song echoed all around.
Ya, a warrior of the Cold-Eyed Six-Winged Silver Wolf Clan, retracted his claws and stared around in confusion.
He had sensed a disturbance north of Sea Mist Island and hurried over to investigate.
But as he walked, how had he suddenly arrived in this place?
Ya's first thought was that he had fallen into an illusion.
The Cold-Eyed Six-Winged Silver Wolf Clan was born with a pair of cold eyes capable of seeing through ninety-nine percent of the illusions in the world. That was precisely why they had been stationed on Sea Mist Island.
The fog on Sea Mist Island was an obstacle to other cultivators, but to the Cold-Eyed Six-Winged Silver Wolf Clan, it was nothing much.
Baleful Intent seeped from Ya's claws. In the blink of an eye, he slashed out several sharp streaks, striking heavily in every direction.
Scars remained on the green mountains, and emerald bamboo was severed at the waist. Only the stream was not cut off; after splashing up a sheet of water, it continued onward.
From the looks of it, this really did not seem like an illusion.
Ya grew even more wary. He leaped into the air and reached the woodcutter's side in just a few steps.
He drew a blade from behind his waist and, without a word, chopped down at the woodcutter.
Blood sprayed, and the woodcutter fell at once. The thick stench of blood stimulated Ya's mind.
He was of the wolf clan and was born highly sensitive to blood.
The woodcutter's death caused his conviction to waver somewhat.
Could it be that this truly was not an illusion, but that he had accidentally entered some fragment of time and space and been sent to an unfamiliar land?
Ya tucked his blade