In the blink of an eye, Ye Tian stood upon this small island that had gone unnoticed throughout the ages. No one knew why, after the Demon Realm had existed for so long, such an unknown land had remained standing for so long.
Unless... this island had not existed from the beginning.
After sensing it slightly, Ye Tian could confirm that this island was an outsider. Space was on the verge of collapse, and cracks covered nearly every inch of the ground. How could there still be an intact, unblemished sea surface?
Perhaps that alone was not enough to draw conclusions rashly. More importantly, a deep ravine had sliced directly across the water beneath the island.
This was not a drifting island. It was truly rooted deep underground. If such a ravine existed, it could not possibly have left no scars upon the island.
"Strange. Strange." Ye Tian stood in a grassland, a place extremely unfavorable for battle.
The grass was not tall, and the ground was somewhat muddy. Add a little more water, and no one would be able to stand here. With no cover, it was also difficult to move about. No normal person would choose to hide here.
The dense forest not far away, on the other hand, had stone-slab paths interspersed among the grass. All kinds of towering, imposing trees shot straight into the heavens, making it suitable for hiding and escape. That was the true battleground every military strategist would fight to possess.
Since the clock hanging at the center of the island had yet to ring, registration had not yet closed. It was still free activity time, and Ye Tian had no need to avoid suspicion as he strode openly down the road.
Those who entered first always had an advantage. They could seize