Meanwhile.
At the island's shore, a young man wearing only big shorts sneaked onto the island.
It was none other than Wang Zicheng.
He stood on a small hill, gazing toward the center of the island.
"The vibrations have stopped, the battle surely has ended, though I don't know who won."
"But no matter who won, I'd better be careful."
He muttered to himself, then stealthily moved towards the volcano.
Along the way, he was extremely cautious, afraid of making the slightest sound.
He believed no one knew of his infiltration onto the island.
However, he didn't realize that not long after entering the island, someone was secretly observing him.
Before long.
Wang Zicheng arrived near the volcano, hiding behind a rock, peering ahead.
"Oh, it's so brutal!"
Seeing the devastated ground near the volcano, he couldn't help but constrict his pupils.
The ground was littered with scattered bones and flesh, the stench of blood was overwhelming, like an Asura's hell.
