"How on earth did you find Blood Shark Island?!"
When Shark Seventeen saw Xia Ping again, his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. He simply couldn't believe it.
Blood Shark Island's location was incredibly secret, and on his way back, he had deliberately taken a roundabout route to throw off anyone watching and make sure he wasn't followed.
Even if he allowed for the unlikely possibility that Xia Ping had found the island's location, this was the Mist Islands—a natural maze. Finding Blood Shark Island here with any accuracy was practically impossible.
Not to mention, Blood Shark Island itself was concealed by a formation. It was a secret hidden within a secret.
And yet this brat had managed to find his way here. It was utterly inconceivable.
If the man hadn't been human, Shark Seventeen would have suspected a spy or traitor on his own side.
"How I found it doesn't matter. You only need to know one thing: you're going to die today." Xia Ping regarded Shark Seventeen calmly, his eyes glinting with murderous intent.
"You think you can kill me, Shark Seventeen? A puny human like you isn't worthy!"
Shark Seventeen roared and instantly pulled a blood-red flag from his person. In an instant, the entire area seemed to fill with a terrifying, overwhelming aura of blood and fiendish energy.
Vaguely, the blood-red flag seemed to be at the center of it all, while the surrounding area, stretching two or three kilometers in every direction, was enveloped in a bloody haze. It was as if they had fallen into an endless hell.
The weeds and trees on the ground seemed to wither rapidly beneath the erosion of the bloody haze, turning into dead grass or dried-up wood as their life force was plundered.
Even the yellow earth