"Inspector Qing, please come out and meet us! Save our Mysterious Constancy Island from fire and flood!"
Suddenly, booming voices exploded like thunder above the Inspector's Manor.
Infused with Spiritual Power, the voices pierced through layers of obstacles, audible to everyone within ten li.
The speaker was none other than Chang Zhichong, whose heart burned with anxiety.
Qing Chen slowly opened his eyes. His two or three hours of pretending to cultivate in seclusion had already left Mysterious Constancy Island awash with anguished cries.
As he had wished, Demon God Pojun was wantonly slaughtering the island's living beings.
Beneath the White Bone Great Blade, no living creature could withstand a single strike.
Meanwhile, the White Bone Demon Soldiers acted like loyal servants.
They transported corpses, Dharma Artifacts, Storage Bags, and other items into the Small Five-Element Inverted Trapping Formation in an endless stream.
By now, the small island, only a few li across, had become a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Bodies piled like mountains, and bloody vapor surged skyward, shrouding the air until even sunlight struggled to penetrate it.
Su Zixuan moved among them, Storage Bag in hand, collecting the corpses one by one.
At last, amid Chang Zhichong's anxious cries.
Qing Chen slowly rose, straightened his clothes, and stepped out of the seclusion chamber.
His brows furrowed slightly as his divine sense swept the surroundings, as though he had only just noticed the island's devastation.
He sighed softly and said, "Alas, I was cultivating in seclusion and never expected such a calamity.
Those fiends are so cruel, plunging all living beings into misery. I cannot shirk my responsibility. I will drive them off the island!"
Joy filled Chang Zhichong's heart at these words, and he hurriedly pleaded, "Inspector Qing, your combat prowess