When Xue An passed through the Space-Time Passage and emerged on the other side,
he was assaulted by the potent scent of decaying vegetation mixed with moisture evaporated by the blazing sun. The fusion of the two odors fermented into a nauseating stench that attacked his nostrils.
Suspended in mid-air, Xue An surveyed his surroundings. The landscape was completely shrouded by fog, and the wilderness was utterly silent.
Below him, the swamp churned with multicolored bubbles.
Occasionally, the bubbles would burst in loneliness, adding monotonous and dull background sounds to the silent world.
Xue An slightly frowned.
He discovered that his Divine Sense was greatly limited in this swamp, only covering a mere hundred li.
But within this range of Divine Sense, he could sense many fierce hunters lurking in the swamp below.
For instance, right now, there was a nearly ten-meter-long swamp crocodile that suddenly sprang from the underbrush and leapt towards Xue An in mid-air.