Zhuo Xiong summoned his feathered demon and shot straight into the black clouds towards Dark Island. 

Zhuo Xiong’s feathered demon was a middle class dominator and had recently been strengthened from a xuan item plundered from the city they slaughtered. The feeling of a middle class dominator rank soul pet was completely different. Even if he wasn’t a pirate and lived in a realm city, he could still be a tyrant. 

However, for Zhuo Xiong, a middle class dominator rank soul pet was not enough for the things he wanted. In order to increase his strength faster and to obtain more wealth, being a pirate was the best method. 

Even if Dark Island was being covered by the dark clouds, Zhuo Xiong was extremely familiar with the path. In the middle of a huge group of clouds, he swooped down and an island only about 20 kilometers in perimeter suddenly appeared in the black sea. 

The mountains of the island were undulating. The island looked no different from a deserted island, but on the inside of the mountain was hidden a small stronghold. The top of this small city was covered...