"If that's the case, then that's perfect... In fact, the members of the Unfeeling Alliance only recognize the masks, not the people... Even if they know that the member under the mask has changed, as long as the mask isn't destroyed, they will still default to the successor's identity... Moreover... since the alliance strictly prohibits members from revealing each other's identities... it's even harder for the replacement to be discovered..." Luo Meng's Yin spirit said with a smile on his face, but his words were intermittent, appearing quite weak.

A wisp of extremely fine black mist slowly flowed out from his shoulder, swaying in the air like a piece of seaweed.

"Liu Daoyou, this remnant soul of mine is about to… about to fail. If you have any other questions… ask them quickly…" The black little man turned his head and glanced at the black mist on his shoulder, saying with a bitter smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, a wisp of black mist began to escape from his calf as well.

"I have nothing more to ask. If you have any unfulfilled wishes, speak of them, and I will not shirk what I can do." Han Li looked at Luo Meng's Yin spirit and shook his head.

Luo Meng's Yin spirit looked up at the sky and murmured:

"The matter I requested earlier, if Daoyou can accomplish it, that will be enough... I dare not have any other extravagant hopes… If my Luo clan can prosper again one day, that will be enough for me…"

As his voice gradually weakened, his figure gradually twisted and blurred, turning into wisps of black gas that rose into the air, eventually completely dissipating into the world.

Han Li stared at the empty space where Luo Meng's Yin spirit had disappeared, somewhat lost in thought. This bond, inherited from the depths of his bloodline, could not help but move him.

After a long while, he came back to his senses, and with a wave of his hand, he grabbed the bull-headed mask.

This time the mask did not blur, but obediently landed in his hand.

Han Li's gaze narrowed slightly as he examined the strange纹路 on the mask, falling into deep thought again.

…

More than half a month later.

In a sea area hundreds of thousands of miles away from Wumeng Island, lead-grey clouds covered the entire sky, and a strong wind swept across the sea, stirring up waves reaching the heavens.

A streak of azure light, like an incomparably sharp sword, pierced through the layers of giant waves, splitting them in two and splashing countless pearl-like silver浪花.

Within the azure light was a tall man in azure robes, wearing a dark blue bull-headed mask that obscured his lower face, but his eyes shone brightly through the mask's holes.

This person was none other than Han Li, who was replacing Luo Meng on his journey to Hairong Island.

Several dozen miles ahead of him, a circular island with a circumference of no more than a mile floated on the sea. From a distance, it looked like a piece of emerald green lotus leaf swaying slightly with the waves. It was his destination.

Han Li slowed down and flew closer by a dozen miles, and the appearance of the island became clearer.

Many Hairong trees grew on the island, with luxuriant branches and leaves, a verdant一片. The huge crowns of the trees were close together,遮蔽 the entire island. Countless side branches as thick as adult arms were layered upon each other, interwoven into a thick, solid wall of青色木.

On these dense side branches, there were countless slender side roots, some of which penetrated into the soil, while others hung down into the sea, forming a dense 片, looking like the beard of a senile old man.

Han Li flew to the front of Hairong Island and hovered in the air. Looking into the island, he saw that the ground of the small island was covered with灰白色 bird droppings, but not a single seabird could be seen in the forest.

Moreover, besides the "呜呜" sound of the sea breeze passing through the branches, there was no other sound in his ears. The whole island seemed unusually quiet.

Just then, a somewhat cold voice suddenly rang in Han Li's ear:

"Jiao Fifteen, now that you've arrived, why don't you land on the island?"

Han Li was slightly surprised, because the voice had not come from inside the island, but from the mask on his face.

He then moved and flew down toward the island.

The soil on the island was very loose, and a footstep would sink into a pit. Han Li walked through the gaps in the密林间隙, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and came to the center of the island.

In the center of the island, there was a huge Hairong tree that took three people to encircle. The side roots hanging down around its trunk had been cut clean, clearing a relatively spacious open space.

There were several figures in the open space, distributed around the trunk, either sitting or standing.

Han Li's gaze swept over, and the first thing he saw was a man in red robes sitting directly in front of the Hairong tree.

This man wore a crimson dragon-headed mask, which was also carved with many奇异符文, and a number "three" was engraved on the mask's brow in strange characters.

"Jiao Three."

Han Li's heart skipped a beat, and he remained silent.

The man wearing the dragon-headed mask simply glanced at Han Li and then withdrew his gaze, showing no intention of talking to him.

Naturally, Han Li did not pay attention to him, but turned his gaze to the others.

He saw one person with a slightly hunched figure, wearing a wide purple robe, and a blue goat-headed mask with the number "nine" engraved on it.

He was crouching halfway on the ground, staring at the ground, not knowing what he was looking at, and had no intention of looking up at Han Li.

Not far from him, a tall man wearing a blue tiger-headed mask who was standing, nodded slightly at him.

Han Li did not speak, but looked at the number "one six" on his forehead and nodded slightly as well.

On the left side of the tree trunk, there was a woman wearing a紗裙 and an owl mask. Her graceful body was leaning against the Hairong tree, her slender arms were crossed in front of her chest, and she glanced slightly at Han Li. The number on her mask was "two one."

Behind her, on the other side of the Hairong tree, a head wearing a dark blue falcon mask with the numbers "two five" engraved on it poked out, scanned Han Li up and down, and then retracted.

On a horizontal branch on the right side of the Hairong tree, there was also a gaunt figure hanging upside down. He wore an ape mask with the number "eight" engraved on it.

Seeing Han Li looking at him, the man's two土黄色 eyeballs also rolled around through the mask's holes, also sizing up Han Li.

Below this person, there was a lean man wearing a水蓝长衫 and a bear mask, sitting upright, with his eyes closed in meditation.

The number "one three" was engraved on his mask's brow.

Whether it was due to the rules of the Unfeeling Alliance or for some other reason, no one spoke to each other, and even the red-robed man wearing the Jiao Three mask did not say a word to anyone else.

Seeing this, Han Li also chose a place to sit down and began to regulate his breath.

This wait lasted for eight days.

During this period, no one else came, and no one present spoke, nor did anyone leave.

The atmosphere on the scene had an unspeakable eerie feeling.

Until the morning of the eighth day, when the first ray of sunlight shone into the small island, the red-robed man who had been sitting quietly in front of the Hairong tree raised his head slightly and stood up from the ground.

A slightly stiff voice came from under the dragon-headed mask:

"The time has come…"

Hearing this, everyone stood up from the ground one after another. The gaunt man wearing the ape mask who had been staying on the tree trunk also immediately jumped down.

At this moment, a stream of light suddenly came from afar outside the island, falling straight down from the high空,砸 on the small island like a boulder.

The entire island shook with a loud boom, and all the tree branches shook violently.

Where the遁光 converged, a burly figure wearing a wild boar mask was revealed.

As soon as he landed on the island, he rushed towards the center of the island with a fiery demeanor, not dodging along the way. The tree branches and root systems he encountered were all broken by his direct impact.

Arriving in front of the crowd, this man cleared his throat and shouted directly, "Which one is Jiao Three?"

After speaking, his gaze fearlessly swept over the people present, and finally landed on the red-robed man wearing the dragon-headed mask.

"So you're Jiao Three. Quickly announce the mission, I still have important matters to attend to after it's done." The wild boar mask man sized up the other party and said loudly.

"Jiao Thirty-two, you are late." The red-robed man looked at the burly man and said indifferently.

"Not even half a stick of incense, is it worth mentioning? Hurry up and get down to business, don't waste time." The burly man waved his hand impatiently.

Han Li stood aside, but his heart suddenly jumped inexplicably, and he took a step back subconsciously.

In the next moment, an astonishing scene appeared.

A layer of red light suddenly lit up around the red-robed man, and a 片 of crimson flame rose with a "whoosh," engulfing his entire body. A burst of scorching heat suddenly erupted from him, forcing everyone around him to retreat.

He saw his figure lean forward abruptly, his hand pointing like a knife, stabbing towards the chest of the burly man wearing the wild boar mask.

Faced with the red-robed man's unannounced attack, the burly man reacted extremely quickly, taking a step back and quickly forming seals with both hands in front of him. A layer of white light suddenly lit up on his body surface.

At the same time, an octagonal white crystal shield also floated in front of him.

The shield surface was covered with prismatic patterns, and the surface shone with a dazzling white glow, transmitting a burst of法则波动.

Although it was only a hasty response, Han Li discovered that this wave of 法则波动 seemed to be several times stronger than that of the previous Han Qiu.

Only a dull thud was heard.

There was no intense collision as expected, nor was there the powerful momentum imagined. The two men only exchanged one blow, and the victory or defeat was instantly decided.

The crowd watched in horror as Jiao Three's palm penetrated the octagonal crystal shield and pierced straight into the burly man's heart.

At the opening in his chest, wisps of white smoke were rising, and a circle of surrounding muscles had been burned into a liquid state, dripping like ignited grease.

"Disobeying orders, delayed arrival, canceling Jiao Thirty-two's Unfeeling Alliance membership." Jiao Three slowly retracted his palm and said indifferently.

As soon as his voice fell, the wild boar mask on the burly man's face lit up with runes, and shattered with a "bang," turning into a 片 of dust and dissipating into the air.

What was revealed under the mask was a hideous face with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. He seemed unable to believe until his death that he could not even block the other party's single blow and was killed in an instant.