Hu Xian'er nodded, then shook her head. "More or less, but that thing's master... is definitely no pushover."
"Even our Fox Immortal clan fell victim to it. Its Daoist cultivation must at least be on the same level as our ancestor's."
Yang Yong froze.
Her ancestor... that Seven-Tailed Demon Fox?
So this was another fucking big-boss-level thing?
Now they were in trouble.
Yang Yong began to agonize...
What secrets did this island hold?
And what was the deal with those savages?
What exactly did the owner of that cloying scent want?
But Cao Xianming did not give him much time to agonize.
"I've worked it out."
Cao Xianming raised his head and pushed the data model in his hands toward him.
The virtual screen was packed with streams of data, enough to make anyone's scalp crawl.
"What did you find?"
Cao Xianming drew a deep breath and said, enunciating every word, "Those savages... weren't savages before."
"They came to this island from other places after the apocalypse began."
"Later, because they worshipped something evil, they slowly degenerated into what they are now."
"There's a ninety-eight percent chance that they..."
"Are survivors of the apocalypse, just like us."
"People struggling to survive in the apocalypse."
"What?"
At those words, not just Yang Yong but everyone stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
The savages' behavior and way of life looked, by every measure, as though they had lived that way for hundreds or thousands of years.
They ate raw flesh and drank blood, their language had degenerated, and they could not even use the most basic tools. They were entirely in a primitive state.
Yet now Cao Xianming was saying they had only arrived on this island after the apocalypse began?
They had degenerated from normal people into savages in just a few months?