"Gui Hun Port."
For some reason, Han Zhan's mind filled with the wrinkled face of that old woman.
Combined with this name, it carried a kind of inexplicable feeling.
Is this the City of Extreme Evil?
It seemed somewhat different from the City of Extreme Evil he had imagined.
When he set foot on Gui Hun Port, Han Zhan finally glimpsed through the misty expanse of the river, clearly seeing the scenes on the distant opposite shore.
That appeared to be a city.
The City of Extreme Evil.
"Woo——"
A whistle sounded again over the river. Unlike the one he'd heard before, this one was exceptionally clear, as if it was right beside him.
Soon after, Han Zhan really saw a ferry, slowly heading toward them.
His mind instantly went on high alert.
When the ferry docked into the port, a loudspeaker on the ship suddenly came to life, and the voice reverberated throughout the port.
"Get on the ship, or starve to death here, your choice."
