Finally, at dusk on the ninth day, his footsteps came to a halt as the orange sun sank toward the horizon.
A subtle, sickly-sweet dampness hung in the air.
His Mental Power instantly focused, extending toward the source of the dampness.
At the edge of the horizon, a patch of dark green, starkly out of place amidst the barren wasteland, stubbornly entered his vision.
'It's a swamp!'
A stir of emotion rose in Qin Feng, but he quickly forced it down.
He dropped low, his speed increasing instead of decreasing. Like a silent phantom hugging the ground, he crept toward the green expanse.
As he drew closer, the scene before him confirmed his judgment.
The swamp, several square kilometers in area, was home to hundreds of bizarre, ancient trees, some towering dozens of meters high.
The trees' trunks were dark brown, their branches thick with foliage. In the dim light, their broad leaves shone with an oily green luster.
