A wild, manic grin carved its way across Shen Yu's face.
He didn't just walk into danger; he tore through it like an apex calamity.
Pushing off the severed root with explosive force, the gnarled wood behind him shattered into splinters.
His black-robed silhouette shot forward through the corrosive, purple-crimson smog like a streak of pitch-black lightning.
The mire beneath was a death trap of boiling sludge and hidden abysses, but to Shen Yu, the massive, petrified mangrove trees were merely stepping stones.
He vaulted from one towering branch to the next, his boots striking the petrified bark with rhythmic, concussive cracks.
The sheer velocity of his advance parted the suffocating fog, dragging a howling tailwind of baleful Qi in his wake.
Hiss! Screeech!
Sensing the violent trespasser, the murky waters below churned violently.
