He asked in a deep voice, "What kind of demon cultivates on this island?"
Ao Tong replied, "That, I'm not sure. Among the eighteen Demon Islands of Nandang Swamp, demon cultivators fight each other day and night, and I don't know how many have exchanged ownership. But any demon cultivator who can hold an island isn't weak, to say the least."
After he finished speaking, as if sensing he had undermined his own standing, he quickly added, "But naturally, they won't compare to you, my lord."
Zhang Yan ignored him. With a flick of his fingers, ten talismans appeared at random between them and were hurled forward as he spoke, "Open!"
The ten talismans shot forward like flying shuttles. Upon reaching the dense fog ahead, they exploded simultaneously mid-air, akin to the sudden clap of thunder on level ground. Amid the deafening echoes, much of the filthy mist cloud dissipated, revealing what lay within.
