บท 839: Refining Meteorfall Alchemy

Finally, the last batch of the forces left the swamp. Mu Chen and Nine Nether lowered themselves to the ground just outside of the black swamp.

As black mist rose in the swamp, a pungent odor lingered in the air, indicating that the mist was poisonous. Deep in the swamp, shadowy black figures could be seen passing through the mud, exuding signs of alert.

Mu Chen and Nine Nether exchanged gazes, before Mu Chen gave a hand signal. The Nine Nether Troop immediately flit forwards, encircling the boundary of the swamp.

"Keep a watch outside. Don't let anyone disturb us." Mu Chen gave his order. This place was not suitable for many people to enter, so it was best to place the troop on guard around the perimeters of the swamp.

"Yes!"

The earth seemed to tremble, due to the thunderous yells of confirmation from the thousands of soldiers.

"Let's go!"