The silver light shuttle sped at a low altitude deep within the Yin Sha Swamp, with Fang Hao wearing a grave expression and his Divine Sense on high alert.
Compared to the outskirts of the Ghost Cry Forest, the environment here was even more treacherous; the poisonous miasma permeating the air had almost condensed into a solid substance, displaying an eerie dark green color that heavily suppressed both sight and Divine Sense.
The swamp water below was murky, with huge bubbles surfacing from time to time, releasing a nauseating, fishy stench when they burst.
Twisted, black, grotesque trees were intertwined like ghost claws reaching toward the sky, and occasionally, low beast roars could be heard from afar, carrying a heart-stopping, ferocious aura.
Fang Hao kept the speed of the silver light shuttle within a relatively safe range, not daring to go too fast lest he disturb some powerful entity.
