In the West Sea, there lies an island that appears quite ordinary.
However, this island is shrouded in powerful demon energy.
At the edge of the island, many demons patrol vigilantly.
"The King has been on this expedition for a long time. Those guys outside must be having a great time slaying." one demon said.
"What do you know? Sure, slaying is thrilling, but death is just a moment away. Do you really think those human cultivators are pushovers? It's much better to have fun on the island. For us, who've made some achievements in cultivation, we can roam freely, indulge in the company of beautiful demonesses—how delightful!"
"You're right, you sea serpents are indeed clever."
The demons exchanged smiles, suddenly feeling the island was more leisurely and carefree.
At this moment, a sharp whistling sound came from afar.
"What's that sound?" The demon's footsteps halted, turning to the direction of the sea, seeing beams of light shooting towards them from the distant sea sky.
