Three days later, in a dark and gloomy swamp.
Sun Wukong and his companions had been traversing the continent for three days.
In these three days, they've crossed a vast grassland and then encountered this endless swamp.
The environment here is vastly different from the previous grassland. Thick clouds and fog spread through the sky above the swamp, completely obscuring the heavens.
It looks dark and dreary.
"Wukong, are you sure this is the right path? This place is truly nauseating!"
Shen Lang punched a monster covered in sticky pus, sending it flying, while the Purple Cloud Heart Flame cleansed the disgusting liquid.
He certainly did not want to be tainted by such repulsive liquid!
"It should be correct; this is the direction as sensed by Tian Lin."
Sun Wukong dealt with another monster charging at him with a single strike, his brows furrowed slightly.
He also disliked the monsters here, too dark, sticky all over, just looking disgusting.
