Fang Cheng brought a helper and three subordinates to the third area.
As soon as they stepped outside, they caught the faintly fishy, damp sea breeze. Before them lay a beach churned by rolling waves, hemmed in by towering cliffs.
"Do you recognize this place?"
Fang Cheng was a bit of a geography ignoramus and didn't know Europe well, so he could only ask the three Westerners.
Bevis shrugged. He had lived in North America his whole life and wasn't familiar with Europe.
Selina and Joyce shook their heads in turn. They couldn't identify the place from a beach alone.
Fang Cheng had no choice but to fly up with them. He meant that literally: they flew straight into the air to get a better look.
Soon, the surroundings came into view. They were on an island shrouded in dense fog.
It was also a popular tourist destination. The island was small, only about ten square kilometers, yet buildings covered it. Green lights lined the shore and beaches, and countless sailboats were moored nearby.
"I know where we are."
Selina suddenly spoke up. "This is Capri Island. I've been here before."
Capri Island belonged to Italy and lay in the southern part of the Bay of Naples. It was a famous tourist destination.
First London, and now Italy. Every place drawn into the Undead Kingdom so far had been in Europe.
But unlike London, Capri Island seemed peaceful. There was no sign of monsters invading. Lights shone throughout the city below, and tourists could still be seen enjoying themselves on the beaches and at the seaside resorts.
"Let's go down."
This time, Fang Cheng didn't split them up. He brought everyone down with him.
The island was only about ten square kilometers. He could search the whole place himself, so