The Lone Wolf intended to fire another shot, but a piece of rubble accurately struck his head.

"I—I am the person you're looking for, right?" Shanshan's voice trembled uncontrollably; she had witnessed everything that just happened.

Instinct told her she should run like the other children, but she couldn't bear to watch this gentle sister die like this, especially when the latter had protected her just a little while ago.

Summoning her courage, Shanshan started running into the alleys, and the mercenaries who recognized her quickly gave chase.

Another slender figure emerged, her exquisite dress hanging wetly, and she looked at the body on the ground, resembling a broken rag doll; Shu Tong's face turned pale.

Bright red cotton fibers were exposed, scorched skin cracked into countless fissures, and with every passing second, Tang Xin's body temperature dropped in the cold rain, her vitality fading like a flower about to wither just after blooming.

Shu Tong knew she had to do something, so she started searching for help in the streets and alleys, avoiding the dangerous Fishmen. After an unknown amount of time, she saw another group of heavily armed people at the south end of the town, recognizing the red cross symbol on their clothing, a mark she knew belonged to Life Daylight.

Seeing a panicked little girl crying and running towards them surprised Tao Shier. In such chaos, was a child actually running around outside?

She had already led the members of the Dawn Society onto the island, accompanied by the armed forces from the Life Daylight aboard the cruise. Regardless of who was behind all this, they intended to record every atrocity on the island.

"Please, save my sister," Shu Tong pleaded, more humbly than ever before. Her upbringing had made her wary of everyone, and her strong, independent personality made her reluctant to ask others for help.

She realized this group might also be wolves in sheep's clothing, so her plea for help came with the resolve to die.

"Please, save my sister..." Shu Tong cried and pleaded, briefly explaining the situation without any embellishments.

Tao Shier's expression grew serious. "Where is she? Take us there quickly."

...

At the same time, in the island's Giant Stone Prison, Xu Xiaoyou halted her steps.

The character card in the card slot flickered abnormally, emitting residual warmth.

Was Angelina out of control again?

She had just suppressed her memories, and after virtualizing the abnormal character card, Xu Xiaoyou's pupils constricted—was it Tang Xin?

She quickly began checking and, upon confirming that the Candle Dragon Storm she gave to Tang Xin had already been used, a strong sense of unease and emptiness surged within her, making her feel unable to stay calm.

Tang Xin's physiological indicators had nearly all plummeted to freezing point, with her pulse barely detectable, suggesting the girl was using the lowest level of healing abilities to treat herself. What had just happened—what was her current situation?

No, she must go over to her right away.

Xu Xiaoyou had just taken a step when a triple star ring unfolded beneath her feet.

It was a buff effect Tang Xin had applied to her before losing consciousness completely.

Xu Xiaoyou felt her head spin; it had been a long time since she had let emotions drive her actions. Walking on the edge of danger too many times had conditioned her to tackle everything from a rational perspective.

She closed her eyes, contemplating countless possibilities and strategies, yet no matter how composed she tried to remain, her thoughts were a chaotic mess.

She simply couldn't keep calm—Tang Xin's fate was uncertain, with life possibly slipping away at any moment. How could she possibly remain entirely rational in such circumstances?

She had nearly searched the entire island already; equipped with Hunter Perception and the fully activated Spiritual Gaze, she could scrutinize every environmental detail within a hundred-meter radius, yet detected no sign of any seal.

This included the island's central prison, which had been turned into a museum after being abandoned and wasn't open to outside visitors. A three-meter-high painting adorned the wall before her, framed in gold and titled "Her Countless Moments."

In a style reminiscent of Picasso's abstract art, she couldn't understand this abstract painting. However, if Tang Xin were by her side, she would certainly have explained it to her patiently.

The painting appeared surreal and abstract, with lines splicing countless irregular geometric shapes, and facial features twisted together, seeming like a child's work—yet on closer inspection, it clearly captured a woman's face from the front, left, and right side simultaneously, documenting various aspects of the woman at different times within a single painting, which is the essence of stereoscopic abstract art.

Xu Xiaoyou shook her head, certain that the seal wouldn't be in the prison, and she no longer cared about the Siren Miracle; she only wanted to return to Tang Xin.

At this moment, several cards flew towards her, emitting a dazzling white light.

After the explosion, the smoke around Xu Xiaoyou cleared, and a section of a long whip appeared in her hand, with a thunder-like barrier enveloping her entirely.

Looking back, she saw the red-haired youth standing a short distance away with a smile, spinning a playing card between his fingers.

"Von Jie." Xu Xiaoyou's voice was filled with an overwhelming chill. "I don't care what you're thinking, but I'm in a really bad mood right now, so don't bother me."

Sensing the air's near-solid chill, Von Jie remained indifferent:

"You know me? I can't let you go back and ruin a good thing."

"By the way, you look really familiar, like I've seen you somewhere before."

The murderous intent in Xu Xiaoyou's eyes was unmistakable, though her tone remained surprisingly calm:

"So, was what happened to Tang Xin your doing?"

Von Jie's eyebrows arched. "What are you talking about?"

He shrugged. "Forget it, it's not important..."

Before he could finish speaking, a Candle Dragon leaped before Von Jie, blasting his entire body through numerous walls before finally stopping. Von Jie spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if his insides were churned into a paste, with all his bones shattered to pieces.

His face was filled with disbelief—he was a Three Tier Blast Master with a natural resistance to the Fire Element. Though his aura was only at Tier Three, Xu Xiaoyou's attack had severely injured him in one strike, and he didn't even see how the girl made her move.

As the dust settled, the silhouette of the golden-haired girl emerged slowly; the Spiritual Gaze on Xu Xiaoyou's cheek trembled, and her eerie aura almost suffocated Von Jie.

Von Jie initially thought it would be an evenly matched fight, but in the instant they clashed, he realized how ridiculous his earlier assumption had been. She was a monster, in every sense.

The calmness he prided himself on shattered without a trace under absolute strength; he forced a wry smile as countless playing cards whirled beneath his feet, and his form became vague and unreal: "Okay, I underestimated you. Hahaha, we'll meet again, just you wait."

The long whip coiling around Von Jie's neck sliced through space, forcibly dragging him from the void back in front of Xu Xiaoyou.

Von Jie was stunned, laying on the ground trembling, meeting Xu Xiaoyou's cold golden eyes, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Where are the seal and anchor point?" Xu Xiaoyou asked.

"You won't get anything from me; I 'blasted' my memory, and the anchor point isn't with me, hahaha." Though immobile, Von Jie defiantly replied.

To him, the blonde girl concealed in the darkness was no different from the grim reaper.

"Then you can die."

With a flick of her long whip, Xu Xiaoyou slit Von Jie's throat, ending his life.

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