That day, Yuan Feng was once again reprimanding Yan Chihuo, though he felt slightly relieved inside. Long Yu was growing more and more proficient; likely, after only a few more attempts, he would be able to refine the Heaven-Burning Wind-Rending Diagram. After several months of cultivation, these Heavenly Wind Cultivators had all met the minimum requirements for refining the Heaven-Burning Wind-Rending Diagram.
Yet resentment still lingered in his heart. No matter what Long Yu did, he was incomparably quick. When it came to cultivation matters, he could draw inferences from one instance to another. Why was he so foolish in this particular matter?
Just then, the waves around Spirit Island surged wildly, and fierce winds roared. Countless enormous waves, each like a towering mountain, crashed toward Spirit Island. Yuan Feng was startled. He had never seen such a tremendous tsunami before.
At that moment, several Escape Lights flew out from the depths of Spirit Island. Yuan Feng's heart jolted with even greater alarm. He knew exactly who lived in the depths of Spirit Island. Why had all of them been mobilized?
While Yuan Feng was still in shock, dark clouds abruptly blanketed the sky. Countless bolts of lightning, like evil dragons burrowing out of hell, struck down toward Spirit Island.
At the same time, countless fireballs streaked through the air. No matter how foolish Yuan Feng might have been, he understood that enemies were attacking.
How did the enemy know Spirit Island's location? The thought had only just arisen when hundreds of cultivators flew out from the island, preparing to meet the enemy.
A majestic voice rang out from the sky. "Fall back! Fall back! These are not foes you can withstand!"
Countless members of the Demon Race emerged from the waves—giant crabs, blue shrimp, Silver Sharks, True Dragons, and