In Mo Hua's eyes, there was only the altar for a moment.
A moment later, he came to his senses, looking at the boundless blood sea, without a raft or a path, unable to see the edge of the gigantic blood pool, he furrowed his brows.
"How do we get across?"
Mo Hua asked Mr. Witch.
Mr. Witch said, "There is the White Bone Boat, which can carry you across the blood sea to the other shore."
"White Bone Boat?"
"Everyone, follow me," Mr. Witch nodded and said.
Ever since entering the inner hall, getting closer to the blood pool, and nearer to the altar, it seemed also closer to the "Divine Lord". Mr. Witch's face showed less fear and instead carried a hint more of steadiness and piety.
He led the way at the front, guiding everyone to the edge of the blood pool, stopping at the statue of a giant fish-bodied demon monster. No one knew what hand gestures he formed, but suddenly there was a rumbling sound as the statue's head and body separated.
