Chương 421: Swamps of Gloom, Land of Death (II)

Under the push of the Holy Mantle, the poisonous fog was pushed aside, and although the air was still muddy, at least the poison was unable to penetrate the insides of the Holy Mantle.

If this had been just an ordinary Holy Mantle, some of the corrosive effect of the poison would still have affected it, but the Ripples of Light supplementing his Holy Mantle made it different. Through the constant vibrations, the poison was pushed away, making it unable to adhere onto the surface of the barrier. Sensing the consumption of his spiritual energy, Long Haochen noticed that his consumption was far lower than his recovery rate. Nodding to his comrades, he took the lead, walking deeper into the Swamps of Gloom with the Glorious Holy Shield and the Rippling Light in his hands.