Miling Island, thirty miles away, below the Five Directions Cloud Platform, was shrouded in mist.
Wu Neng'er silently floated and hid within the mist.
His figure seemed both real and illusory, appearing like intermittent projections, as if existing in another void.
Watching the distant cloud platform dispersing, with various tents and houses falling continuously, he couldn't help but show a satisfied smile.
A month ago, after arranging for his siblings, Wu Neng'er returned near Miling Island.
He had been quietly preparing, ready to strike hard when the Human Demons attacked.
"Without the protection of the cloud cluster, the Human Demons will surely be corroded by the Mistaken Confusion Qi."
"Mistaken Confusion Qi is a gift from the Holy Venerable, a great supplement to us, but deadly poison to these outsiders."
"Once contaminated, they'll either die or shed a layer of skin!" He couldn't help but laugh out loud.
