Over a thousand miles away from the Central Dead Continent was Dead Island No.87. As a double-digit island, it was quite large in comparison with three-digit islands, and it could also be called a medium-sized island. In contrast, the three-digit islands were small-sized islands.
As for the single-digit islands, they were large-sized islands, and they were at least 40% the size of the Central Dead Continent and closest to it.
Jacob successfully stepped on Dead Island No.87, and unlike the other islands he had seen in these last 23 days, this place wasn't surrounded by gloomy forest. Instead, not too far away from the ocean was a huge towering wall seemingly made with some crimson metal, and a strange aura was emitting from it.
Just by looking at the wall, Jacob felt some kind of power trying to affect his mind but utterly failed.
'Could it be this island is one of those research faculties Spirit Magic Dead King?' Jacob's eyes begin to shine.
