The medium-sized sea island, which should originally have been half-shrouded in black mist, now showed not the slightest trace of it.
Looking down from the air, its eastern half was lush and verdant, while its western half was bare and devoid of even a blade of grass.
Clearly, the spiritual qi environment on the western half had been utterly different before!
Thus, Luo Hong had most likely not come to the wrong place, yet that was precisely the most terrifying possibility.
After all, the Flying Spirit Race cultivators would never touch the remains of the Nine-Headed Fierce Bird. The only ones who could have taken away the true spirit yin qi here were the two envoys from the Jiao Chi Race and the Sea King Race.
Just as Luo Hong was greatly alarmed by this unexpected development, a streak of azure light suddenly shot out from a mountain on the island below.
The streak came swiftly, reaching Luo Hong in just a few breaths before revealing Old Demon Han's figure.
"Haha, since Senior Brother Luo is here, why not enter my residence? Are you afraid your junior brother has no good wine to offer?"
Luo Hong had not concealed his aura when he arrived, so Han Li, who had been cultivating in seclusion on the island, sensed him as soon as he approached. Seeing that Luo Hong had lingered outside for so long, Han Li came out to greet him out of curiosity.
"Junior Brother Han, I recall that this island did not look like this before. That side should have been covered by a vast expanse of black mist. Do you know what change occurred?"
Luo Hong was deeply worried at the moment. The disappearance of the black mist meant that the Blood Sacrifice Spirit Invocation would occur even