On the island, everyone is fishing, and I am the only one who has obtained the epic talent

With his Blazing Sky Wings spread out, Mu Yu prepared everything and then stood up and flew towards the Alliance Island where the demigod-level warriors were stationed.

Pitch-less darkness swept across the entire sky. The two blood-red gates that suddenly appeared in the distant sky had completely frozen the atmosphere of the tens of millions of Mushen Islands.

The blood gate was hundreds of feet high, with no end in sight. Its lower end stood at the edge of the surging island and the rolling sea water, but it seemed to have no substance.

The blood-colored mist that continuously gathered, as if guided by something, was the foundation and origin of the Blood Gate...

"I see…"

Mu Yu suddenly realized. Feeling the subtle breath of life coming from all directions of the island, he knew the true composition of the red blood mist.

Compared to instantly killing the strong men of the Mushen Island Group or the Ten Thousand Islands Alliance, this method of quietly absorbing the vitality of many survivors after appearing is obviously less likely to arouse people's vigilance.

There was no doubt that the power from the Cannibal Cult and Him, in just one day, had gathered enough surging vitality to astonish even the most powerful demigods.

The blood gate was a hundred feet long, and blood kept dripping from the lower end. While everyone was staring at it and feeling fear, it was openly connected to thousands of blood-colored mists on the island.

Mu Yu tried to use his strength to break it off, but found that ordinary attacks were ineffective. Only skills like baptism and purification from the gods could barely cause a slight vibration, causing a ripple on the blood gate.

"The power of Demigod Level 2 and above... is more than that..."

A solemn look appeared in the depths of his eyes. From this moment on, Mu Yu knew that the division of the battlefield had little to do with the first-level demigods like Bu Tiandong. The main force... must be above the first level.

Opening the Dragon Country Post Office, Mu Yu demonstrated his ability to remain calm in the face of danger. He quickly scanned the comments of many survivors in the big world and verified his guess with the help of the information released by everyone in panic.

"Children, I'm hopeless. I have a severe headache and kidney deficiency. Is it because I was impatient and touched that red mist?"

"Beat, beat, beat! Ever since the intense exercise just now, I've felt the piston connection point become weak and powerless. How could this feeling of overdrawing my body happen to me, someone who has sex ten times a night?"

"Dizziness and vertigo are just the simplest symptoms. To be honest, my good brother is already lying on the ground, pale and barely breathing. This fog... is a deadly weapon..."

After Mu Yu, who was in charge of a large amount of information, sorted out the numerous discussions and various speculations, he soon realized that what he had thought in his mind had come true.

First, the blood-red fog that covered the Mushen Islands and remained stationary and unspread was completely different from the fog above the first time. It was a blatant trap, but it attracted so many people to jump into it.

Secondly, this blood-colored mist maintains a fixed frequency of absorbing the life of both the strong and the weak. The lower the level and the weaker the strong, the faster they are sucked dry...

The time is unknown at the moment, but it is estimated that even if a demigod-level warrior is exposed to the mist for a long time, Mu Yu will find it difficult to survive until the clock strikes midnight.

The third, and most urgent and important point at the moment, is that the connection between the blood-colored fog and the two strange blood gates is very strong. Even a strong man like Mu Yu who possesses the Pure Water Blessing Body and the Kongkong Tower cannot eradicate it in a short period of time.

"Things are getting increasingly difficult..."

Mu Yu landed in the open space in front of the Alliance Island meeting hall with a frown on his face. Eight demigod-level warriors, led by Mr. Mu and the fortune-teller, appeared, pacing and ready to go.

There was one more person than during the day, and that person was the Blood Beast Ancestor, who was dressed in a black robe and had put away his nonchalant expression.

He and Mu Yu had been getting along the best recently, and they also understood each other the best. When everyone was hesitant to speak, the Blood Beast Ancestor coughed twice and said solemnly:

"I can sense that frightening aura. It's very difficult to deal with. The current ancestor and most of the strong men in the team are probably no match for him."

"And the most important point..."

The Blood Beast Ancestor raised his eyes and looked at the two terrifying blood gates that echoed each other and fell in different directions. His tone was cold:

"Besides the projection of the evil god you mentioned earlier, there is another equally powerful force brewing that is no less powerful.

It could be a cover, or it could be the opponent's skills or tactics, but no matter the true source of that power, it must be taken seriously."

"I……"

Mu Yu had a complicated expression, and he clearly felt that the development of the matter had once again exceeded his expectations.

I thought that with this number of demigod-level warriors, and with the two big names, the fortune teller and Mr. Mu, we would be able to deal with his phantom with confidence.

But the different aura and the solemnity and silence on Mr. Mu's face made Mu Yu realize that the risk was uncontrollable.

Damn, could it be that the old creature that is the root of the cannibal cult has also projected?

Or is it that except for the projection I'm facing, the rest of the new sea areas have been completely swallowed up and destroyed, and only I'm still struggling?

Many speculations flashed through Mu Yu's mind, but after pacing for a few seconds, he still couldn't tell the exact probability of victory or failure:

It seems... a bit unsolvable?

"What are you thinking, kid?"

The Blood Beast Ancestor keenly noticed Mu Yu's emotional changes, and when the latter remained silent, he smiled heartily, recalling in his mind the experiences of Mu Yu step by step recovering himself from the low epic level to the current demigod level.

He let out a long sigh, nodded slightly, and while facing Mu Yu, he solemnly stepped forward and placed his hand on the silent Mu Yu's shoulder:

"To be timid before the battle is not your style. Since everyone trusts you and gathers here, it means that there is no turning back.

What everyone is focusing on now is not the probability of winning, but the only outcome of winning, understand?"

The two looked at each other. Mu Yu was stunned for a few seconds before smiling carefreely. Yes... why was he worrying about this?

The fortune teller and Mr. Mu were so much stronger than him, yet they didn't try to dissuade him. Instead, he was acting incredibly abnormal...

"Phew~ I'll give you a moment, just a tactical pause!"

Mu Yu's entire body burst out with a magnificent dragon energy and an indomitable spirit. After sweeping past the two daunting blood gates, he opened his mouth and gave an order:

"It's 6:05 now. Based on the timeframe of natural disasters, I estimate that within five minutes or so, a steady stream of pollutants or Cangmen will appear in every corner of the island."

"The location could be inside the opened blood gate, it could be the thousands of islands that appeared in the blood-colored fog, or it could be a connection point where the deep sea takes root."

"We are divided into three groups."