Jin Kingdom, Black Mist Swamp.
Amidst the mountain forests filled with purplish-black toxic mist and miasma, more than a dozen cultivators were wandering about.
If you observe closely, you can see many fearsome-looking venomous insects lurking on the ground, and dozens of ghost souls floating about.
"Qu Changtian has been in the Mist Swamp for a year, no matter what, he couldn't possibly come out alive, right?"
"We're only patrolling the outer areas, and we're already corroded by the poison cloud. How could someone survive so long without elixir medicines!"
"Orders are orders, what can we do."
"Hang in there; I heard from Brother Teng that guarding for another half a year should be enough."
These people whispered softly, a bit helpless.
The Black Mist Swamp is constantly filled with poison vapor.
