Chapter 816: Black Mist Swamp
This swamp was called the Black Mist Swamp, as marked clearly on the map Max had studied.
A dangerous place stretching thousands of miles in radius, it was littered with venomous creatures—snakes with barbed fangs, bloated toads the size of dogs, scorpions with crystalline tails, and centipedes as thick as a man’s arm and longer than a sword.
But these creatures weren’t the real danger.
According to the annotations left by the elders of the Great Ruler Empire, it was the black fog that truly earned this swamp its ominous name.
The notes warned with unusual emphasis: ’Do not engage the black fog. Do not get lost in it. Flee if it appears.’
This strange black mist, as they recorded, had a life of its own. It could form out of nowhere, seeping from the ground, rolling like a sentient tide. Creatures lurked within it—beings unseen and unnatural.
No one had ever made it out after being swallowed by the fog.
Looking across the vast expanse, Max furrowed his brows, then exhaled and stored the map away. "Guess I got lucky," he muttered with a faint smile, touching his chin. So far, the skies were clear, and the air, though humid and foul, held no signs of corruption. Still, he wasn’t naive. He had no plans to linger here.
With the secret domain open for only three months, every minute mattered. Time spent navigating a cursed swamp was time wasted.
Without another thought, Max kicked off the air and sped through the swamp, racing low over the bog, weaving past trees and decaying stumps. His protective essence layer shimmered with movement, keeping the sticky black vapors of the swamp water at bay.