"Didn't Daojun forbid us from leaving Mingling Island? Where did you get so many demon corpses?" Chen Mu asked, puzzled.
"They're on the island," Wu Jie explained.
There were actually still fish that had slipped through the net?
Every previous attack on the flying island had been a thorough extermination. Why was this time...
"We did indeed purge the island's demons before, but Mingling Island is rather unusual. Every so often, new demons emerge there. It's extremely strange." Even Wu Jie did not understand.
"Everyone suspects it may be related to the island itself." Wu Jie lowered his voice mysteriously as he spoke, tipping his chin toward the center of the flying island.
Chen Mu nodded in understanding.
It was no surprise Mingling Island had something special about it if it could get Jiang Daojun onto the Investiture of the Gods.
Perhaps the island itself could produce demons.
After seeing Wu Jie off.
Chen Mu took a Mustard Seed Talisman from the wooden box and sent his mana stabbing into it like a probe.
Pfft!
A humanoid demon four to five meters tall dropped out of the Mustard Seed Talisman.
Its arms were unusually long, and its body was slender, like a stick insect.
Its entire body was hairless, its skin a pale grayish blue.
Its head had nearly been severed by a sharp blade, left hanging from its neck by only a thin strip of flesh.
Apart from a huge mouth full of sharp teeth, it had neither nose nor eyes.
The blood congealed around its wound gleamed blue. Though it had been dead for quite some time, it still gave off a faint glow and retained a trace of weak vitality.
It also had a pair of half-meter-long, translucent black wings on its back. Compared to its