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    Chapter 1800 Omnipotent


    Wynter couldn''t believe Dalton called himself a mortal. She had wanted him to keep a low profile, and he had been maintaining his persona well until today. She couldn''t understand what was going on with him.


    Yet, Dalton acted as if he hadn''t noticed anything. He turned to look at her and said with a calm tone, "This ce isn''t as simple as it seems. Are you sure you want to bring an extra person?"


    Wynter had also sensed the strangeness of this ce. The miasma was too thick, filled not only with malevolent spirits but also venomous insects. In addition, the dead''s lingering resentment energy hung in the air.


    The formation was sinister, likely used for some sacrificial ritual. But it had clearly failed, leaving only the skulls behind. The roadside was littered with ckened, charred, leafless trees.


    Wynter felt as though something was hiding in the shadows behind the trees, coldly watching them as if they were intruders.


    She didn''t let her guard down. "It''s precisely because this ce isn''t simple that I need to bring him."


    "Because he''s a nobleman? Because of his status?" Dalton stood as if enveloped in the miasma, the white mist swirling around him.


    Before Wynter could answer, someone nearby screamed, "Snakes! There are snakes! I saw one slithering past just now!"


    It was a cultivator who hadnded with them. He seemed to be in a trance as he muttered the same thing over and over.


    "Snakes. There really are snakes. My sage said I would die by a snake''s hand and told me to avoid them during training."


    The other cultivators were unnerved by his behavior. After all, what kind of snake could frighten a cultivator? This ce was feeling increasingly sinister by the second.


    The remaining cultivators exchanged nces, wondering if they should retreat.


    At that moment, Carlton tried to maintain order and spoke up. "Nonsense. What''s so scary about snakes? Calm down, and keep moving forward."


    Wynter could understand thenguage of beasts, including snakes. They were hissing, and there weren''t just one or two of them-there were at least 100.


    Wynter tried imagining the scene, and it was truly a living nightmare.


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