With that in mind, Tang Wulin led the way as he traversed deeper into the demonic island. 

There were no paths on the island, and the only landmarks were those dead black trees, all of which looked roughly identical, so there was no way to ascertain which direction they were going in. As such, they could only continue to forge directly ahead toward a set direction.

After entering the forest, the deathly aura that Tang Wulin had sensed earlier had clearly become more pronounced. The surrounding air had turned very cold, but Tang Wulin shielded everyone from the sinister chill in the air. His Golden Dragon King bloodline aura was as scorching as the sun, keeping most of the chilly sensation at bay.

Even without a reminder from Tang Wulin, everyone was restricting their soul power from circulating as it normally would; they had to conserve their soul power for when it was needed most. If they couldn't find any places on the island where natural energies existed, then they had to devise a strategy to get out of their current predicament.

Tang Wulin observed the sky...