Rumble… Yin energy flowed in every direction, rushing out of the grotto temple and sweeping right across the entire island.

The surrounding waters trembled, almost as though something had disturbed the still surface of a mirror. Moments later, waves that were tens of meters tall began to slosh about wildly, causing the little island to look no different from a small boat in a storm.

Back within the grotto temple. Qin Ye stood still with his arms folded. The violent Yin energy gently tousled his clothes and even caused the candles in the room to flare up with a magnificent flourish. Just then, a scarlet eye opened up right in the heart of the vortex overhead, and a hoarse voice boomed, “Abra? I remember your name. You--...”

And then, the voice suddenly stopped.

The eye in the sky abruptly turned into a slit that stared transfixed at Qin Ye.

Emissary… Emissary of Hell!

How did he appear in this place?

At once, a multitude of thoughts surged straight into Babulu’s mind, and everything fell silent.

“Deputy Chieftain Babulu.” Qin Ye smiled and nodded, “This is the first time we’ve met. Pardon the sudden call upon your tribe, but I hope I didn’t cause too much of a disturbance.”

The eye in the vortex quivered softly. Moments later, the Yin energy coalesced together, and a tall dark-skinned man stepped out of the vortex in the sky and quickly walked up to Qin Ye with a bright smile on his face. He extended his hand, “Angels of the East. It’s...