The Wicked Bead was fast. The thirty thousand miles was covered in time for a dozen breaths. Soon, the Lu City of Voodoo presented itself in front of Lu Li. This city was located at the top of the mountain—which was very distinct.
Lu Li used psychic power to check. The pink smoke could cut off some psychic power, but not completely.
He noticed an altar in the north of the city. On the altar stood a huge statue. It was an old man covered in a black robe. Between his eyebrows was a tattoo of a golden scorpion.
This statue was glowing, and the thick pink smoke spread out from the statue to all directions.
Everything looked just like what happened at the Valley of Feather on the Mountain of Wings. The God of Sorcerer had presented himself and sent toxins from Divinity. He was protecting the Voodoo Race against all invaders.
"Wait a minute…"
