Upon entering Witch Island, Mu Qingtong immediately realized that the shuttle-shaped boat had malfunctioned, shooting straight through the purple fog sea and crashing toward the blurry ground below.
The two of them leapt out of the cabin in advance, retracting the shuttle into the Nash Space, and they bent their knees to land steadily on the ground.
Terrifying potential energy gathered under their feet, directly smashing a deep pit into the ground as waves of fog surged around them, washing in all directions.
Standing up, the two of them exchanged a glance.
"This purple fog is a bit odd... It smells faintly of Evil Power, but it's not actually Evil Power," Xia Feng puzzled.
"When someone from the Evil Clan faces a great disaster or misfortune at death, there's a chance they leave behind a related disaster force field, forming a disaster relic."
