This enormous Demon Island had actually been forcibly sliced apart, a section of it reduced to rubble and earth that sank into the sea. The sheer power left everyone aghast, inwardly marveling at the strength of whoever had struck.
Murong Longbo suddenly appeared in the air above them and said slowly, "The matter has been resolved. Let's go!"
The group then guided the Dragon Boat slowly toward Demon Island. A quarter of an hour later, they arrived at the island and saw four people waiting for them there.
"Everyone's here, right? No time to waste! Wipe them out!"
Meanwhile.
Within the Ghost King Sect.
In an area covered in densely packed blood-red curse inscriptions stood every member of the Ghost King Sect. At their head, Guichouxin wore a savage expression, with faint madness glinting in his eyes.
"Brothers of the Ghost King Sect! We have no other choice. The Demon Lord has already given us the order: sacrifice our lives, tear open the seal here, summon the Demon King's descent, and avenge our blood-deep hatred!"
The Ghost King Sect members fell silent at his words, their eyes filled with fear. "S-Sect Master! Have we truly reached this point? If we run now, it should still be possible, right?"
Guichouxin sneered. "Run? Do you think we can escape? On this isolated island, the moment we flee, they'll knock us into the sea. How is that any different from dying?"
"And don't forget, you bear the Demon Lord's mark. No matter where you run, your lives and deaths rest on a single thought from him. And you still want to run? This is killing me! Hahaha!"
Guichouxin's face twisted as he let out a crazed laugh.
Hearing Guichouxin's chilling laughter, everyone felt their hearts turn cold, as if they had fallen