The sun was setting in the west, and the sky darkened.
Xiao Hui had half-carried Yang Yu to a nearby island, and Yang Yu jumped down.
He didn't need to specifically search for the Formation, because as soon as he set foot on the island, he sensed the fluctuation of Dark Power.
Yang Yu walked directly towards the source of the dark power fluctuations, seeing skeletons strewn along the way, and his face twitched: "Exactly how many people did this Shaman kill? How does the whole island look like a massive graveyard?"
Ye Yu wasn't here, otherwise, the Soul Suppressing Skull would come in handy.
The closer Yang Yu got to the center of the island, the stronger the dark power's fluctuation became.
When he reached the center of the island, he saw a well.
The well was surrounded by black air, and black mist roiled, with the stench of corpses, making one nauseous.
Yang Yu really couldn't understand how those perverts managed to live on this island; didn't they find it disgusting?
