Blood washing over Death Island?
As these words were spoken, the grand hall instantly fell into a profound silence.
The human residents of Death Island wished to leave these waters, and they had long been mortal enemies with the Fish Demon tribe. The Fish Demons also longed to eliminate the sole threat on Death Island and had been eager to slaughter their way onto the island.
Both sides were making preparations, and now, it seed like the right mont for both parties had finally matured.
"Since that’s the case, let’s get ready. These humans should be useful. Rember, once we storm Death Island, not a single human shall be spared!"
"Yes!"
Michelle Miller turned her head, casting a cold glance backward.
Song Qinghong, Louis Diobus, and the others had been stripped of the illusion technique. However, at this mont, they were bound tightly, the ones with higher cultivation like Song Qinghong were even impaled through their pipa bones with sharp fish spears, their bodies dripping with fresh blood.
Not long after, under the guidance of Lan Xinxin, Lin Hao made his way into the depths of Death Island.
Over the centuries, there were actually more than just a handful of humans who had strayed onto Death Island.
Many had died, and so had survived.
These people had reproduced on Death Island for generations, with new survivors joining every hundred years or so.
Easterners, Westerners, there was a mix of all.
There were nearly a thousand people living on the island.
What they called a tribal tent was actually just a large thatched shelter.
Compared to the grand palaces of the Fish Demon tribe, it was practically a dwelling for primitives.
At this mont, in this large tent, there were only Lin Hao, Lan Xinxin, and a tribal Great Witch whose body was painted with strange runes.
"I am aware of all you’ve told . It seems the ti has co. However, we still lack sothing."
After hearing Lin Hao’s ordeal, the Great Witch didn’t show much surprise.
On the contrary, a peculiar light shimred in his profound eyes.
Lacking what exactly?
Lin Hao was confused, but Lan Xinxin didn’t seem to care; instead, she looked solemnly at the Great Witch, "Father, who was it that took away Mu Ri’s deep blue crystal, and burnt his body to a crisp, bringing him to these waters?"
Lin Hao had not gone into details about his battle with Michelle Miller. It now seed that Lin Hao being scorched was not due to Michelle Miller’s Catastrophe Heavenly Thunder. It all appeared to have occurred after Lin Hao had fallen into the water.
This was sothing Lin Hao wanted to know as well; he also looked towards the Great Witch, hoping for an answer.
If the other party had malicious intentions, he would have undoubtedly perished.
But since he was alive, there had to be so secret in these vast seas.
The Great Witch took a deep breath, looked at Lin Hao, and suddenly said, "Young man, would you join in descending to the bottom of the sea?"
To the sea bottom?
Lin Hao was taken aback; this was the deep ocean, where the water depth and pressure could crush a person into a pulp.
But the Great Witch must have his reasons for asking.
And when has Lin Hao ever been afraid?
"Why should I be afraid."
He had been to the heavens and burrowed through the earth; Lin Hao had done it all. Now, diving into the sea, there was nothing to fear.
"Good, follow ," the Great Witch nodded, stood up, and walked outside.
Lin Hao was puzzled but followed outside all the sa.
Soon, the two walked one behind the other out of the tribe settlent, arriving at the base of a large mountain.
Hidden at the foot of the mountain was a cave, its dark gaping entrance giving off the vibe of a direct conduit to Ghost Prison.
Once they entered the cave, they were gone for two days.
For a full two days, no one knew what Lin Hao experienced inside the cave.
But, when he erged, Lin Hao looked radiant and vibrant, his Cultivation seemingly advanced another level.
"This is a special product of the island; you’ve integrated it well. The Fish Demon’s Illusion Technique will no longer be effective on you," said the Great Witch, his face showing a hint of weariness, but his eyes filled with satisfaction and hope as he looked at Lin Hao.
"Let’s go, there’s no ti to lose. Now, we set out to sea."
With that, the Great Witch stepped forward, leading Lin Hao back to the tribe.
As soon as Lin Hao walked into the tribe, he felt sothing was off.
There was a faint, oppressive atmosphere within the tribe.
"Not good!"
Li Qi almost imdiately ran up, gave Lin Hao a look, clenched his teeth, and said, "The Fish Demons have made their move, they..."
"What have they done?" Lin Hao instinctively knew that what Li Qi was saying had sothing to do with himself, and just as he was about to get a clear answer, the Great Witch intervened.
"Let’s go see for ourselves, and while we’re at it, let’s check what’s beneath Skeleton Islands."
Right now, at the closest point between Skeleton Islands and Death Island, Michelle Miller was leading five hundred grotesque rmaids, standing beneath the jawbone of a skeleton that resembled a wild buffalo or perhaps a huge lizard.
Dozens of ropes hung from the large jawbone, binding Song Qinghong and his party, extending from the skeleton’s jawbone right behind Michelle Miller.
Dozens of people were all hanging by a thread, except for Lan Yue, Yuxue, and Poison Rose, clearly having undergone severe torture.
"Have you gathered the information?"
Michelle Miller’s pretty face was seething with murderous intent, her gaze fixed on the distant shadow of Death Island on the sea’s horizon, voicing coldly.
"We have. The folks of Death Island have indeed saved quite a few humans onto the island. Moreover, as instructed, we’ve spread the news," an ugly rmaid said, kneeling respectfully beside Michelle Miller.
"Good. As long as that man is alive, he must co. If he does not," a chilly glint flashed in Michelle Miller’s eyes, the bloodlust at the corner of her mouth intensifying.
While she sneered, in the distance, an Ancient Ship approached with the waves but stopped half an hour away from Skeleton Islands.
"Your friends are still alive."
Standing by Lin Hao’s side at the bow, the Great Witch looked out, clearly seeing everything on Skeleton Island.
"They’ve got guts."
Lin Hao had said that if Song Qinghong and his people were injured, he would annihilate the Fish Demon tribe. And now, Song Qinghong, Song Taishan, and Huai Shian were hung from huge hooks through their Pipa Bones, dangling like dead pigs from the massive skeleton.
Although he showed no reaction, the murderous intent emanating from his body made the Great Witch next to him shiver.
Lin Hao saw the situation on the island; naturally, Michelle Miller on the island also knew that soone on the distant Ancient Ship was looking this way.
Perfect.
This was the mont she was waiting for.
"Listen up, Mu Ri! If you want to save your friends, bring what I want, or else..."
Michelle Miller let out a cold laugh, suddenly pulling out a curved knife and nonchalantly hacking off the leg of a bodyguard dangling next to her, who might have been a second-generation nouveau riche’s guard.
The severed leg, dripping with fresh blood, hadn’t even hit the ground before several ugly rmaids rushed up, tearing into it viciously, leaving nothing but the bones in the blink of an eye.
The bodyguard whose leg had been cut off scread agonizingly, and in an instant, Michelle Miller stopped the bleeding from the wound, still leaving him hanging on the rope, trembling with pain.
Michelle Miller knew that the people on the ship could see everything; if the humans didn’t co to the rescue, she would stand here, cutting off a leg or an arm every Hour, to see if the humans could bear watching these people die of pain right before their eyes.
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