"Indeed, the island ahead is Poison Mist Island." A middle-aged cultivator displayed a cautious look.
Another cultivator spoke up, "Poison Mist Island is the most dangerous island in the vicinity of Bi Quan Ling Island, even second-level loose immortals are unwilling to approach it."
Xu Wendong quietly observed the sea in front of him and also noticed the peculiar nature of Poison Mist Island.
The sea here was no longer a gentle blue but instead took on a deep black, as if swallowing all light, leaving only endless darkness and cold.
On the sea surface, the wind howled fiercely, and giant waves surged, each one higher than the last, as if countless giant beasts were roaring beneath the sea, trying to break free and drag all life into the abyss.
The waves were like sharp blades, sometimes leaping high as if to tear the sky apart and then crashing down hard, stirring up clouds of mist that seemed to engulf the entire world in this violent sea.
