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 place 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 place. 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 blackened, 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 thi