Utter silence.
"..." Ying Wenjie opened his mouth, but could not get a single word out.
"What on earth... did my brother give me?" Chen Siyao stared at the token in her hand, now ash-white, as fragments slipped between her fingers.
A single-use Magical Treasure. It shattered once it was used.
But its power—was enough to crush every demonic beast on this island.
The livestream chat had completely lost control.
[Aaaaaah, what was that!!!!]
[Myriad Swords Return to the Source!!! Myriad Swords Return to the Source!!!]
[Just how powerful is Chen Hao to be able to make a Magical Treasure like that?]
[The High God will always be a god!]
[He just casually gave her that??? Casually???]
"Ah!" A scream rang out.
"Wait."
Yang Wanqing suddenly raised her hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.
She tilted her head to one side, her ears twitching slightly.
"Did you hear... something?"
Everyone fell silent and listened closely.
The wind. Leaves falling in the distance.
Nothing else.
"No." Wu Tian glanced around. "What sound?"
"Seriously. Someone screamed several times just now." Yang Wanqing frowned. "It sounded like... screams of pain? But now it's gone."
"Screams?" Ye Chendong scanned their surroundings warily. "Which direction?"
"Southeast." Yang Wanqing pointed.
Messages flooded the livestream chat.
[I think I heard it too??? Those sounds just now?]
[Yes, yes! It sounded like someone screaming "ah"!]
[Maybe it was another wave of demonic beasts.]
[Be careful, everyone.]
Chen Siyao glanced at the chat and went on alert again.
"Stay sharp, everyone. There might be other demonic beasts."
The six of them regrouped and slowly advanced.
Five minutes passed. Ten minutes. Twenty minutes.
Along the way—not even a blade of grass stirred.
Everything was quiet.
The farther Yang Wanqing walked, the more confused she became. "Could I have... misheard?" she