As the thick blue mist concealed Huo Yuhao, Poseidon frowned slightly, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes.
Compared to the audience's worries, the seven people inside at this moment had expressions of seeing ghosts, and fear quickly replaced their original solemnity.
"He, he can't see it?"
Someone murmured, expressing what everyone was thinking.
Even though the fog had obscured their figures, Huo Yuhao in front of them seemed not to be affected at all. His eyes were still scanning back and forth over them, meeting their gazes accurately. Just seeing the coldness in his eyes made their bodies tremble subconsciously, until his gaze finally fell on the golden spear that was constantly absorbing sea water.
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