The Demon Cultivator's corpse was still hanging on Chen Nan's arm. With a gentle flick, the body fell from the air straight into the sea.
The Demon Cultivators around revealed a look of panic, cold sweat already forming on their foreheads, pointing at Chen Nan and shouting sharply, "Who are you? This is Demon Sect business, leave at once!"
Chen Nan sneered, ignoring them, and went directly to the deserted island. Looking at Deng Yunhe and the others who were seriously injured, his expression turned solemn.
"Such idiots, knowing it's dangerous and still returning."
Ning Yu looked up, although he couldn't see the smile, he could see the curve of his eyes: "We're in the same team, how could we let you take the risk alone?"
Deng Yunhe lay on the ground, supported up by Daoist Cui: "I knew I wouldn't die! Jue Mingzi, you came at just the right time!"
Zheng Yunzhou gave a wry smile and threw aside the broken giant sword from his hand: "I can still fight!"
