Han Xing looked at the High Priest and said, "In a while, I’ll go with you to check the situation."

Xiao’s face lit up with joy upon hearing this.

Then respectfully said, "As you command, Lord Saint Master."

Han Xing pondered for a moment before standing up, preparing to leave.

A Witch Race Legend looked at Han Xing, hesitating to speak.

Her appearance was very mature, with a beauty mark at the corner of her eye.

Every expression carried an enchanting allure.

Han Xing remembered her.

She was precisely the sixth Priest of the Witch Race: Ciri.

Han Xing could see that she seemed to have something to say.

So he said, "Ciri, if you have something to say, just say it, no need to hold back."

Ciri heard this and also knew that Han Xing’s personality was relatively straightforward.

So she replied, "Yes, Lord Saint Master."

"There’s something I need to report to you."

"Recently, a pandemic has been breaking out in all major cities on the Witch Race Continent."

"Many compatriots have fallen ill, looking pale and feeling weak all over."

"Sometimes, they would vomit on the streets and faint."

"These symptoms have recently spread to the military."

"Many soldiers have now lost their combat capabilities and are recuperating at the rear."

Han Xing’s brows furrowed slightly.

"A pandemic? Is it serious?"

Ciri replied softly, "It’s not very serious."

"I, along with the other priests in the clan, have investigated the patients and found that apart from these symptoms, there are no other issues."

"Moreover, their minds are relatively clear when communicating with us."

Han Xing stroked his chin, as if analyzing something.

After a moment, he nodded.

"I understand."

"Focus on the status of these patients in the coming days."

"Conduct a thorough search across the Witch Race territory, find all the infected and isolate them."

"If manpower is insufficient, have the external combat troops stop expanding and redeploy some to assist you with this matter."

"Notify me immediately if there is anything unusual."

At this point, Han Xing added another sentence.

"Once I return with the High Priest from outside, take me to see these patients."

Ciri’s eyes instantly lit up upon hearing this.

She initially mentioned it casually, not expecting Han Xing to take it so seriously.

Even going as far as to halt the current expansion actions of the Witch Race.

Allocating resources and manpower specifically to address this pandemic event.

After all, before this.

Such large-scale pandemic infection events had happened before in the Witch Race.

After each war, the massive population death would lead to pandemic outbreaks.

Ciri had planned to handle this herself.

Ciri promptly agreed, "Alright, Lord Saint Master!"

"On behalf of all Witch Race people, thank you for your concern."

At the same time, a system prompt appeared in Han Xing’s ear.

[Due to your outstanding performance, you have impressed the Sixth Witch Clan Priests: Ciri, Affinity Increased. Current Affinity: 78 (Trust)]

Han Xing was startled.

He turned to look at this Witch Race Legend.

Only to find the other party looking at him with a fiery gaze.

When she met Han Xing’s gaze.

Ciri quickly lowered her head.

At this moment, her face was blushing, as if a little secret in her heart had been exposed.

Feeling flustered and uneasy.

Looking at her delicate face,

At this moment, still retaining a certain lingering charm.

Han Xing didn’t dwell on it.

He directly led the group out.

...

Half an hour later.

On a sky island spanning thousands of square kilometers.

Stood several figures and a massive black wolf.

It was indeed Han Xing and his group.

Besides them.

On the sky island, there were many massive weapons with barrels several kilometers long and openings large enough to fit several people!

These, naturally, were Spiritual Godslaying Cannons.

Now, Han Xing had developed a habit.

That was to take at least a hundred Spiritual Godslaying Cannons whenever he went out.

This power was enough to make him invincible against divine spirits.

No demigod could withstand one shot from him.

If they could, then fire another shot.

The five people and one wolf naturally found a place to sit, silently waiting for the sky island to reach its destination.

However, beside them, there was also a figure with a somewhat nervous expression, appearing uneasy.

It was the delicate-featured, youthful-looking Xiao.

Short hair draped over his shoulders, paired with a clean priest’s robe, emanating a cool "stay away" aura at times.

However, in front of Han Xing.

This once stern High Priest, who had experienced much, seemed very tense.

Since boarding the sky island with Han Xing, Xiao hadn’t said a word.

Of course, Han Xing didn’t mind.

After traveling on the sky island for some time.

Han Xing asked, "Xiao, how much longer?"

Xiao heard this, promptly looked up with eyes as bright and clear as the stars.

He glanced at the direction in the distance, respectfully saying, "Replying to Lord Saint Master, at our current speed, we’ll reach the destination in about two hours."

Han Xing nodded and said no more.

The journey was relatively silent.

Two hours later.

From afar, everyone saw a vast Cloud Sky Island.

Merely, that Cloud Sky Island was azure blue.

It looked like a giant jelly.

"Wow, a blue Cloud Sky Island, this is the first time I’ve seen it," Cheng Jianyong exclaimed.

Everyone stood up simultaneously.

They were very curious about this unique sky island.

As they slowly approached.

Everyone was surprised to find that the surrounding temperature began to rapidly drop.

As if in an instant, transitioning from scorching summer to frigid winter.

And the closer they got, the temperature kept lowering.