"That ghostly thing has been awakened again?"
The Twelve Ghost Altars stirred, and the first to react was the mountain lord.
In the Old Yin Mountain, a billowing mist suddenly swept in, forming his silhouette between the mountains. He raised his eyes, his gaze grim.
And in this Old Yin Mountain, more Newborn Pond Gods also felt an extremely oppressive presence. Instinctively, they wanted to look here, but apart from the mountain lord, other Newborn Pond Gods were suppressed by the aura from the altar and could not lift their heads.
The mountain lord also immediately guessed it might be related to the Hu Family. A thought flashed in his mind as he wanted to find Hu Ma.
Currently, the incense from the pond gods had spread across the land, and wherever it reached, the mountain lord could sense everything. Yet, as his thoughts wandered, searching invisibly, he could not see where Hu Ma was.
