The speedboat driver's face looked pale.
Chen Hao jumped onto the reef.
Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing followed him ashore. Yang Wanqing looked up at the curtain of light and reached out to touch it.
"Don't touch it." Chen Siyao caught her arm.
"Oh." Yang Wanqing withdrew her hand.
Chen Hao raised his right hand, palm facing the curtain of light.
There were no special effects. No eruption of spiritual energy. No flashes of light.
He merely raised his hand.
Then the curtain shattered.
Starting from the point directly opposite his palm, the runes went dark one after another, like falling dominoes.
Cracks spread across the curtain's surface at incredible speed, covering it entirely within three seconds.
An instant later, the golden curtain of light silently dissolved into the air like a shattered mirror.
The whole of the Tenth Island lay exposed before everyone.
The Huaxing livestream camera on the shore zoomed in sharply the moment the curtain vanished.
This time, Old Zhao's hands really were shaking.
On-screen, the central area of the Tenth Island was a wreck. Large sections of the formation markings carved into the ground had cracked apart, and rubble littered the earth.
Several ancient trees that had grown on the island had been uprooted and lay scattered across the ground.
And at the very center of those ruins...
Xiangliu.
Nine heads.
Each head was as large as a bus. Nine thick necks extended from a hill-like body, swaying slowly in the air. Its scales were dark red, their surfaces covered in a viscous sheen.
Its body stood over three hundred meters tall.
The warships offshore looked like plastic toys in a bathtub beside it.
The livestream fell silent again.
But this time, the silence lasted only a few seconds before the comments exploded.
"Oh my god,