Skeleton Island.
Xiao Yi, Yue Shanchuan, and Little Lin steered their ship to the shore, and the three of them disembarked directly onto the land.
From a distance, Skeleton Island did not seem too large, but upon actually setting foot on it, one would find the island to be surprisingly vast.
Especially the enormous volcano in the middle, which continuously belched black smoke outward, occupied more than half of Skeleton Island. The thick smoke billowed, covering hundreds of miles of the sky.
It gave off an extremely gloomy feeling.
Yue Shanchuan said in a deep voice, "Xiao Yi, now that we have reached Skeleton Island, what are the methods you mentioned for dealing with them? Exactly what are they?"
The corners of Xiao Yi's mouth slightly curved upward in a cold and cruel smirk, and he said solemnly, "Formation!"
"Formation?"
Yue Shanchuan was startled, his eyes widening as he looked at Xiao Yi in shock, "You understand formations as well?"
