"Holy Light Continent" was actually a remarkably regular sphere, with a total volume roughly ten times that of Earth. Its surface held only one enormous landmass covering a third of the globe, while the other two-thirds consisted of emerald-colored ocean. Islands of varying sizes dotted the sea like scattered stars.
At this moment, on an island amid that emerald ocean.
The faintly fishy sea breeze blew gently, rustling the coconut-like trees along the shore. The blazing midday sun shone upon the fine, soft beach, seeming to coat it in a layer of gold as it glittered brightly. White waves chased one another onto the shore, endlessly producing the beautiful natural music of "whoosh, splash." It was truly intoxicating southern-island scenery.
Yet upon that golden shore was a sight utterly out of place. Severed limbs, sand soaked crimson with blood, and three people whose lives and deaths were unknown—all of it added a touch of hellish horror to this paradise-like southern island.
That was right: Yin Kuang, Lian Nishang, and Long Ming!
The "rift exit" Yin Kuang had opened was on the sunlit side of the Southern Hemisphere, on this island in the vast ocean. Thus, while it was nighttime in the Northern Hemisphere, it was high noon here.
It had to be said that the tenacity of academy students was fully displayed at this moment. Yin Kuang had once again lost everything below his waist, and both his arms were gone as well. Yet even so, his chest still rose and fell faintly. The flesh and tendons at the severed ends were slowly wriggling as they healed themselves. As for Long Ming? He lay over ten meters away from Yin Kuang. His body had been cut into three sections, and his chest where his heart should have been was completely