Aboard the ferryboat, Qin Hao followed the crowd, slowly making his way toward the ferry crossing.
On the surface, Qin Hao looked just as astonished as everyone else as he gazed at Zhou Likui, who sat within the green mist with his eyes half closed.
In truth, Qin Hao was intensely wary.
"Little One, stay alert."
Qin Hao transmitted his voice to the Cloudwing Beast. "If this man has mastered a domain, my Concealed Aura Art might not work."
"Chirp, chirp."
The Cloudwing Beast nodded.
The ferry crossing was vast, like a market town.
In fact, every ferry crossing was fairly prosperous because warriors frequently passed through.
With so many warriors pouring in, the crossing was now packed to bursting.
Yet no one dared approach the area where Zhou Likui sat.
Within a radius of two thousand meters around Zhou Likui, there was not a single person.
Even True Martial Warriors wore wary expressions and took detours around him.
Most of the warriors disembarking hurried toward the exit, wanting only to get away from Zhou Likui.
No one wanted to get too close to an expert at the peak of the ninth layer of the true martial realm who controlled poisonous mist. If they accidentally entered it, it would be too late for regrets.
Qin Hao did the same, hurrying toward the exit with the crowd.
Whoosh!
Just then, a gentle breeze swept past.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The breeze grew stronger and stronger, becoming a gale in the blink of an eye.
Under that gale, the green mist covering nearly a thousand meters around Zhou Likui was stirred into motion, spreading in every direction.
Everyone paled at the sight.
"This is bad! The poisonous mist is coming our way!"
"Damn it, what is Zhou Likui trying to do? Does he