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Within the Black Poison Marsh, huge black poison bubbles rise up and burst apart. A smelly stench of poison gas rises up and further adds onto the deathly miasma enshrouding the air.
At this moment, above the Black Poison Marsh without many living creatures, a small boat wrapped with Black Poison Crocodile’s skin was being paddled over cautiously.
Everybody on the boat was extremely tensed up. They did not dare to make the slightest sounds as their eyes remained fixed on the swamp. Moreover, the Spiritual Energy within their bodies quietly surged.
This group of men was the Mu Territory’s men who naturally used Mu Chen’s method to pass through the Black Poison Marsh. Although Mu Chen’s confidence gave Duan Wei and the others a little bit of confidence, they were still in a dangerous location. The feeling of how the slightest mistake would make the boat to capsize and turning them into the swamp’s mud did not make them feel good.