Chapter 109: The Asura King

A hundred meters beneath the swamp. The sludge and water intermingle, with the swamp containing a greater amount of viscous mud, possessing a powerful clinging nature.

Once a person or beast falls into the swamp, they slowly sink deeper until the swamp swallows them whole, leaving behind a forsaken corpse at the bottom, gradually decaying.

The terror of the Silent Swamp lies in its omnipresence—countless swamps have devoured innumerable warriors and beasts alike, turning mercenaries and wandering creatures into forgotten graves.

Zhao Pi is an anomaly.

As a hybrid of a swamp dragon and a human, he is naturally able to move beneath the swamp and harness the swamp’s sludge.

Even when confronted with warriors far stronger than himself within the Silent Swamp, Zhao Pi can calmly retreat into the depths of the swamp, evading peril.

For years, Zhao Pi has thrived within the Silent Swamp, never taking anyone seriously.

But this time, deep beneath the swamp, Zhao Pi looked horrified and unusually disheveled.

A sharp, pungent scent of blood pierced the air, as if countless blood dragons were burrowing hundreds of meters under the swamp.

The blood aura carried an intense penetrating power and terrifying force, seemingly locking onto him even a hundred meters deep beneath the swamp, forcing him into a desperate plight.

Having lived in the Silent Swamp for so many years, Zhao Pi knew well that the deeper one sank beneath the swamp, the heavier the corroding aura of death became.

The Silent Swamp has existed for tens of thousands of years, burying countless souls. These restless spirits wander endlessly beneath the swamp, unable to find release.

Therefore, the deeper regions of the swamp are saturated with a dense aura of the undead, so thick that it blocks spiritual senses and repels all manner of supernatural intrusions.

Even Zhao Pi, without his ability to control the sludge, would never dare venture so deep beneath the swamp.

Yet now, this relentless blood aura had penetrated hundreds of meters beneath the surface, moving effortlessly amidst the dense aura of the undead, relentlessly hunting him down.

This truly terrified Zhao Pi. It was the first time he had tasted the scent of death.

Fear gripped his heart, and he no longer cared about Shi Yan, instead sinking deeper beneath the swamp.

Splash.

Suddenly, Shi Yan burst out of the muddy pit.

The sludge pressed down like a heavy mountain from above, submerging his entire body, preventing him from breathing or seeing. Desperately, he struggled upstream.

The swamp had a peculiar trait: the more one struggled, the faster one sank. Even a hundred meters beneath the surface, this trait persisted.

His body struggled against the sludge, but he felt trapped in a whirlpool of mud, unable to escape and sinking rapidly.

A chill ran through his heart. Suddenly, he ceased all movement and held his breath, remaining still deep within the swamp. His mind flickered with flashes of light as he hurriedly searched for a way to break free.

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