Devil Island.
As space rippled with faint waves, a spatial crack opened.
Fang Yang stepped out of the void with Gu Yuena and Na'er, setting foot upon this legendary forbidden land.
An indescribable sense of oppression immediately came from all directions.
"Brother, is this Devil Island?" Na'er linked arms with Fang Yang, asking softly.
Her heterochromatic eyes curiously examined the surroundings, carrying a hint of vigilance.
As far as the eye could see, the island was covered with dense vegetation, mostly coniferous forests. At first glance, it appeared quite lush and green.
However, whether it was the towering trees, the low shrubs, or the solid earth beneath their feet—everything displayed a deep, pure black, as if dyed by ink.
This absolute blackness, rather than appearing bright under the daylight, instead emitted a gloomy, deathly stillness.
It made the entire island seem ghostly and foreboding even during the day, inspiring fear in those who gazed upon it.
"Mm, this is the place."
Fang Yang nodded, his gaze sweeping across the environment.
His purpose in coming here was not for the so-called trial. His true goal was to refine this island.
Gu Yuena stood quietly nearby, a ripple passing through her purple eyes.
She silently sensed the abnormality in this world.
The three slowly advanced. The environment here was very strange—the elemental power around them had been stripped away.
All seemed normal, yet the energy of heaven and earth was completely gone, as if sucked dry by some invisible force.
"Oh? This is..."
Fang Yang's gaze suddenly shot toward the depths of Devil Island.
At the end of this endless black forest, a hazy purple-black light could be faintly seen flowing, emitting a heart-palpitating aura.
"This is the divine power of the God of Destruction, and this rich vitality—that of the Goddess of Life..."
Gu Yuena frowned slightly. As the former Dragon God, her perception of the divine powers of the Destruction God King and Life God King was naturally not low.
These two forces that should have repelled each other were strangely intertwined here, forming a dangerous balance.
"Alright, let's go."
Fang Yang took Gu Yuena and Na'er's hands respectively.
In the next instant, the surrounding scenery twisted and transformed like water ripples—they were no longer in their original location.
They had crossed an invisible boundary, entering another isolated space.
This was a massive valley where the light was even dimmer than the outside world.
The air was filled with a strange force field formed by the interweaving of Destruction and Life divine powers—chaotic and powerful.
Purple-black destruction energy and emerald life force entwined and collided in the air, sometimes bursting forth with dazzling light, sometimes falling into deathly darkness.
"Hehehe... I didn't expect that after all these years, outsiders could still break in here."
An aged figure slowly walked out from the valley.
He was about 1.8 meters tall, with a hunched figure, messy white hair hanging down, his face covered with deep wrinkles—truly a withered old man.
He held an ordinary wooden cane, his eyes remarkably clear, not cloudy at all.
"Wait..."
The old man's strange smile suddenly tightened, his brows tightly furrowing, his grip on the cane unconsciously tightening. "The strength of you three... I can't see through it at all?"
His heart grew secretly vigilant, filled with confusion and caution.
He had never encountered such a situation before.
These three's auras were like a deep ocean—calm on the surface, yet containing power that made his heart tremble within.
"Judging by their age, could it be that they aren't people sent by Shrek Academy to undergo trials?" The old man thought to himself, divine power circulating within his body, preparing to strike at any moment.
"Transformed into the Seven Old Demons by the erosion of the God of Destruction's divine power? Surviving by relying on Life divine power."
Fang Yang saw through the situation at a glance. These beings were originally mortals, yet had undergone mutation under the erosion of Destruction divine power.
If not for the maintenance of Life divine power, they would have long since turned to dust.
"So that's how it is."
Gu Yuena nodded upon hearing this.
Mortal bodies could not withstand Destruction divine power without dying. Only the protection of Life divine power could explain all this.
"What are you muttering about?" The Old Demon Blight narrowed his eyes, his tone carrying obvious displeasure.
"Alright, you have no further business here."
Fang Yang spoke indifferently, his tone calm yet carrying unquestionable majesty.
"Brat, you're courting death!"
The Old Demon Blight flew into a rage.
He condensed a stream of purple-black destruction power in his hand—that energy was violent and dangerous, as if it could tear everything apart.
Fang Yang spoke lightly: "Devour."
A deep black flame that seemed capable of swallowing everything emerged out of thin air, transforming into a black flame vortex that instantly devoured the destruction power, turning it into nothingness.
"This..."
The Old Demon Blight's pupils contracted violently, staring incredulously at the scene before him.
His prideful power of destruction had been so easily neutralized by the opponent.
"The other six, come out together."
Fang Yang spoke calmly, as if he had just done something trivial.
After devouring this stream of destruction power, he perceived that what it contained was not pure Destruction divine power, but some kind of lower-tier energy—destructive power.
It seemed these beings, relying on Life divine power and absorbing Destruction power, had transformed into forms of the Seven Old Demons, though incomplete.
"You..."
The Old Demon Blight gnashed his teeth, his anger reaching its peak. "Brothers, all of you come out!"
Subsequently, six figures slowly walked out from the valley.
Each carried an aura similar to the Old Demon Blight, yet each possessed different characteristics.
The Old Demon Devour, the Old Demon Loathe, the Old Demon Nightmare, the Old Demon Lust, the Old Demon Sloth, and the Old Demon Greed.
The Seven Old Demons gathered, and the atmosphere of the entire valley instantly became even more oppressive.
"Gu Yue, Na'er, I'll handle this myself." Fang Yang spoke softly.
"Mm."
Gu Yuena and Na'er nodded respectively, full of confidence in Fang Yang's strength.
Old Demon Nightmare struck first, a cunning light flashing in his eyes.
In the palm of his hand, a cluster of dark purple light flashed and vanished.
Spiritual domain—Nightmare!
Within the Nightmare domain, no matter who it was, they would fall into the most tragic moments of their life, unable to extricate themselves, sinking into endless degeneration.
And while deeply trapped in the domain, unless the Old Demon Nightmare acted, one could only rely on their own willpower to emerge. Otherwise, they would never awaken...
The dark purple light rapidly expanded, enveloping Fang Yang.
The Old Demon Nightmare revealed a triumphant smile at the corner of his mouth. No one could easily break free from his Nightmare domain.
However, Fang Yang simply stood quietly in place, his expression normal.
"Boring."
He shook his head lightly, a trace of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
The Old Demon Nightmare' smile froze on his face.
He felt that the moment his domain power touched Fang Yang, it sank like a stone into the sea, disappearing without a trace.
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