Good People Island had been completely evacuated because of An Kai's advancement.
Everyone had left.
This was not something An Kai had demanded.
His subordinates simply had no choice.
On Good People Island, facing An Kai's advancement directly, the immense pressure was enough to keep them from lifting their heads.
A sense of suffocation enveloped them.
With no other option, they had withdrawn from Good People Island.
A strange sight now surrounded Good People Island.
Those cold-blooded monsters, the [Desert Crocodiles], which normally recognized neither friend nor family, floated on the water like obedient mounts.
They carried the inhabitants of Goodness Home.
The closer someone from Goodness Home was to Good People Island, the greater their strength and the higher their status.
Wayne, for instance, stood closest to Good People Island.
He was at the third stage of Tier Nine, yet the [Desert Crocodile] beneath his feet was at the [Legend] realm!
One more advancement, and it would become a powerhouse of the [Nirvana] realm!
Beside Wayne stood Hanks and Nurnexius...
Watching An Kai advance on the island, Wayne felt a surge of emotion.
He still remembered their first meeting, when An Kai had taken on a whole group single-handedly and defeated him.
That bastard Nurnexius had been so frightened by Wayne's personal guard, Malken, that he kept backing away.
"Teacher always says talent is only one part of strength. The effort you put in afterward is just as important!"
Having spent considerable time with An Kai, Wayne understood this deeply.
He often saw An Kai go into seclusion for months or years to improve his strength.
The loneliness of that kind of cultivation was not something ordinary people could overcome.
Moreover, despite possessing immense strength, An Kai had never sunk into a life of indulgence.
He always had a