Figures surged toward the Monan Grassland, like a slew of fish crossing the river.
"Let's go too," said Mu Rufeng, his figure darting swiftly forward. Mu Qianyue, Nalan Jing, Tong Xiaoxiao, and Ye Hanqing, along with the elite members of Fengyue Pavilion, followed closely behind.
As soon as everyone charged into the light circle, piercing screams suddenly rang out.
"Oh my God! It's the Endless Swamp here!"
"How can this be? Hasn't the Ancient Land already emerged? Why are we in the Endless Swamp!"
"Isn't the Endless Swamp at the ends of the earth?"
"Oh heavens! Could the Ancient Land be at the ends of the earth?"
"Ahh! Save me! Help me…"
Some people stumbled right into the mud as soon as they entered, suddenly getting trapped. The more they struggled, the deeper they sank, until their heads were submerged in the mud in mere breaths.
