Shattered Island Domain, War Zone.
Good news kept arriving. From Miracle Land, occupied by humanity, the expansion gradually spread outward, driving away the taint and allowing the land to slowly regain its original colors.
The veteran generals and soldiers stationed in this war zone had witnessed every change from beginning to end. Compared with the start, the concentration of Red Mist throughout the island domain had already dropped significantly.
When they ventured out into areas shrouded in Red Mist, their anti-taint potions now lasted much longer than before.
Compared with humanity's celebrations, the monsters felt only irritation.
As the taint receded, they seemed to have been trapped on this tiny island domain.
A Divine Soul Realm Dragon was sharpening its claws, furious and restless.
To an existence like him, the Shattered Island Domain was merely a small pond. With the Red Mist so sparse, living here was far inferior to living in Dragon Sleeping Valley.
Without bathing in sufficient Red Mist, he felt uncomfortable all over.
Damn it.
The Dragon came to the mountain summit to pay respects to the venerable Ice Burial Grand Duke. By the time he arrived, he had completely restrained the fury in his eyes. Even so, he represented the many Blood-colored Giant Dragons who yearned to obtain an answer here.
The Ice Burial Grand Duke coiled atop Giant Mountain Summit. His eyes were as cold and indifferent as his title, and he showed not the slightest anxiety over the unfavorable situation before him.
He remained silent, and his silence made sweat bead on the forehead of the Dragon who had come to see him.
After a long while, the Ice Burial Grand Duke spoke. "Have you obtained the results of the investigation I ordered?"
"Yes."
The Dragon lowered his head and replied swiftly. "The powerhouse