Upon hearing of the astonishing feat of refining objects from Devil Race corpses, the father and son were horrified. Only then did they realize that Captain Lord had been nowhere to be seen lately because he had likely gone devil-hunting.
As they stood stunned, the Dung-Carrying Brigade member before them turned back with a sigh.
"What is a devil corpse?"
"This thing used countless precious materials—something the world could scarcely imagine! As for the method of its manufacture, it was personally devised by Lord Fang Zaowu!"
"Lord Fang Zaowu is Mister Yi's Personal Disciple, ranked fortieth. How could anything he handled possibly fail?"
These few scattered words revealed secret news, leaving everyone around them even more shocked.
What kind of terrifying realm was required to create a divine artifact like a liquid crystal display?
And such an existence was merely the fortieth-ranked disciple...
Just what sort of exalted being was that Mister Yi?
Xiong Fen listened with his eyes wide and blank. Though he possessed several thousand years of experience, at this moment he was utterly bewildered, like an ignorant young man.
He nervously offered a salute, his eyes filled with reverence.
"M-May I ask, sir, the Mister Yi you speak of is...?"
The moment he asked, not only did the man before him turn around, but several equally formidable figures also fixed their gazes upon him, their eyes brimming with devotion!
"Mister Yi is the master of Shadow Island!"
Hiss...
Hearing a few legends about Shadow Island's master for the first time, the father and son were so shocked that their faces changed dramatically.
Even though they had once suspected it, hearing these few words still left them overwhelmed by immense shock. That unimaginable Divine Person had already become like a deity in their hearts!
Gazing from afar at