"Benefactor, the spiritual energy in the outside world of this lower plane is too sparse, isn't it? It's almost negligible."
The figure that burst out from the distant seawater was none other than Shen Feng, with the Undead Monster Scorpion perched on his shoulder, voicing a complaint.
It should be known that it had always been in the treasure hunting grounds within the Divine Secret Treasures, relying on the absorption of purple Crystal Stones to recover just this bit of cultivation. Although it roughly sensed that Earth was merely a lower plane, it hadn't expected the nature's spiritual energy outside to be so incredibly thin.
Shen Feng didn't pay attention to the Undead Monster Scorpion on his shoulder, his gaze turning toward the direction of Death Island. Upon seeing the entire island disappear, he knew that Death Island must have sunk.
Thinking of the people on the island like Xu Nansheng and others, his brows furrowed slightly, but then he relaxed.
