Just as Han Li and Violet Spirit were chasing after Elder Zhong and the others, the Ghost Spirit Sect's Master Wei Wuya and the others had already crossed the huge mountain and appeared in a basin.
The basin was dark and humid, and there were puddles of various sizes all over the ground, causing the group of people who had no choice but to travel on foot to feel quite depressed.
Although they could use a few small magic techniques to block the mud and dirty water, their speed naturally decreased again and again.
But this time, neither Wang Tiangu nor Wei Wuya complained.
This was because they had seen a huge altar at the center of the basin when they had climbed over the mountain.
At this moment, everyone who had followed the Ghost Spirit Sect's Master here immediately perked up and threw their original doubts to the back of their minds.
