The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

The formation was broken, and the road ahead was clear. There was no trace of a second formation.

"Walk."

The six people stepped into the forest.

And in places they can't see at all.

On the eastern side of the sea, twelve dark shadows are suspended three meters below the surface.

Each person was strapped with three oxygen tanks, wearing a dark diving suit, and their faces were of East Asian descent, visible beneath their masks.

The leader pressed his earpiece, and a hoarse voice came through: "The formation is broken, we can go in."

He made a gesture to the person behind him.

The twelve people surfaced simultaneously, their movements perfectly synchronized, without a single unnecessary splash.

They climbed ashore from the eastern reef group and followed Chen Siyao's team silently, maintaining a distance of about two hundred meters.

at the same time.

West side.

Nine figures emerged from the seabed.

These nine people were all tall, the shortest being over 1.9 meters. They had blond hair, blue eyes, and deep-set features—typical Western faces.

The leader was bald, with a neatly trimmed beard, and wore a tactical watch on his wrist.

He did not follow Chen Siyao's direction.

Instead, he looked at the locator in his hand and pointed to the northwest.

The nine people silently disappeared into the woods.

Two groups of people.

A group followed.

One team took a detour.

They all share the same goal—the preservation of the heritage at the heart of the island.

Someone commented in Chen Siyao's live stream: "Why does this island feel so quiet today?"

Chen Siyao glanced at it but didn't pay much attention.

Her entire attention was now focused on the woods ahead—trees that were dozens of meters tall, blocking out the sun and barely letting any sunlight reach the ground.

The air carried a damp, fishy smell.

"Everyone, pay attention," she whispered, "In this environment—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Suddenly, a pair of dark red eyes lit up on the tree branch overhead.

Then came the second pair.

The third pair.

The tenth pair.

Countless pairs of dark red eyes opened simultaneously in the dense forest.

"squeak----"

A sharp cry pierced the entire forest.

The cries were still echoing in her ears when Chen Siyao finally saw what those things looked like.

monkey.

It's a demon monkey.

Their bodies are covered in short, dark gray fur, and their limbs are slender, but their muscles are unusually defined. The most bizarre thing about them is their faces—flat, with features squeezed together, and mouths stretched to their ears, revealing two rows of sharp fangs.

"What the hell is this thing?" Wu Tian instinctively took a half step back.

"Demons! Prepare for battle!" Chen Siyao's words had barely faded—

The first demon monkey has already sprung down from the branch.

Extremely fast.

Ying Wenjie reacted the fastest, throwing a punch that struck the demon monkey squarely in the chest. With a muffled thud, the demon monkey was sent flying seven or eight meters, crashing into a tree trunk.

But it just swayed for a moment, then stood up again.

"Thick-skinned and tough." Ying Wenjie shook his hand.

More demonic monkeys jumped down.

Ten, twenty, thirty—

They don't charge blindly.

In groups of three, one would draw attention from the front, while the other two would flank from the sides. Their coordination was extremely seamless, as if they had practiced countless times.

"They'll cooperate!" Yang Wanqing shouted, slashing his longsword horizontally to force back two demonic monkeys that pounced from the left.

Chen Siyao unleashed a burst of energy from her palm, slapping away the three enemies in front of her, but five more immediately followed.

Ye Chendong and Wu Tian stood back to back, protecting Qin Xiaoyu.

Ying Wenjie stood alone at the forefront, each punch accompanied by a dull whistling sound, but these demon monkeys, though knocked away, could still get back up.

"Attack vital points! The head or the heart!" Chen Siyao shouted after observing for a few seconds.

Yang Wanqing adjusted his attack direction and pierced the head of a demon monkey with his sword. This time, it did not stand up again.

With a breakthrough, combat efficiency improved rapidly.

three minutes.

All the demon monkeys fell to the ground.

"Huff—" Wu Tian gasped for breath, "That monkey is disgusting, it was still laughing even after it died."

The demon monkey's corpse on the ground did indeed look like that—its mouth was grinning, maintaining that eerie smile even in death.

"Stop looking, let's go," Chen Siyao urged.

The six continued forward.

After walking for about ten minutes, the woods thinned out a bit, and an open area appeared ahead. The ground was covered with wet rocks, and the fishy smell in the air was stronger.

"Wait." Yang Wanqing suddenly stopped and her ears twitched slightly.

What was that sound?

"There's...the sound of water ahead. And...breathing?"

Everyone became alert.

Several figures slowly rose from behind the rocks ahead.

Its body was bulky, with oily, grayish-brown skin. Its upper body was that of a seal—a round head, small eyes, and short, thick forelimbs. But its lower body—had human-like legs.

Walking upright.

"What...what is this?" Wu Tian's expression was priceless.

"Half-human, half-beast?" Ying Wenjie had never seen such a thing before.

The live stream chat exploded.

[Holy crap, holy crap, what kind of creature is this?]

[Have the seals become sentient?!]

It's disgusting, but why can't I look away?

[Humanoid seal warrior? Who came up with that?]

There were seven seal monsters in total. When they stood up, they were at least two meters tall. Although their forelimbs were short and thick, they made a dull thud when they hit the ground, sending stones flying.

The first seal monster opened its mouth—

"Awooo————"

A visible sound wave shot out from its mouth, carrying a large amount of water vapor, heading straight for Chen Siyao's face.

Chen Siyao dodged to the side, and the sound wave struck the tree trunk behind her.

The tree trunk shattered completely.

"Ranged attack! Spread out!"

The six people instantly created distance between them.

But these seal monsters are far more difficult to deal with than the demon monkeys. Their skin is extremely thick, and ordinary attacks only leave a white mark. Moreover, their reaction speed is not slow—they look clumsy, but they are actually frighteningly agile when they turn around.

Ying Wenjie punched a seal-like monster in the stomach, his fist sinking in quite a bit, but the creature didn't budge. It then slapped him away with its other hand.

"Damn it!" Ying Wenjie knelt on the ground and wiped his mouth.

Yang Wanqing's sword sliced ​​across the seal monster's neck, leaving only a shallow bloodstain.

"This skin is way too tough!"

Chen Siyao gathered all her strength and slammed her palm into the forehead of one of them. A massive surge of energy poured in, and the seal-like monster's head finally exploded, crashing to the ground.

But she was also hit on the back by another one, and her body staggered forward several steps.

"Sister!" Qin Xiaoyu called out.

"It's alright!" Chen Siyao steadied herself, gritted her teeth, and said, "Aim for the head, go all out!"

The battle was exceptionally difficult.

Each time they dealt with a seal-like monster, they paid a considerable price. Wu Tian's shoulder was patted, and half of his body went numb. Ye Chen Dong's arm was hit by a sonic wave, and his skin turned purplish-black.

Fifteen minutes later.

The last seal monster collapsed to the ground with a thud.