The dense fog filled with the aura of the Evil God!
It was very similar to the sinister mist that had enveloped the small fishing village before.
Mo Hua felt a faint sense within him that the thing he desired was getting closer and closer.
Lurking within the dense fog spreading over Mistwater River, there might very well be an altar hidden.
Moreover, this aura was much more intense than the altars at the Bi Mountain Demon Cavern and the fishing village's River God Temple.
This altar was definitely extraordinary!
Mo Hua's eyes brightened slightly, and he felt a faint sense of anticipation in his heart.
Yet, at the same time, a sense of warning grew within him, as if something "terrifying" was hidden within the fog, inside the altar, bringing with it some unknown danger.
"What could it be..."
Mo Hua frowned slightly.
The Spirit Boat continued to sail deeper into the dense fog, surrounded by an inescapable darkness, oppressive in its gloominess.
