The Python Marsh was perpetually shrouded in rising vapor, gloomy and damp—a veritable paradise for pythons and all sorts of Fierce Beasts. Walking within, one could witness the constant life-and-death struggles between pythons and Fierce Beasts, and between pythons and humans.
Zhaang Ye pushed his Cloud Stepping Technique to its limits, venturing deeper and deeper. The farther he went into the Python Marsh, the more hostile the environment became, and the more terrifying the Fierce Beasts and pythons he encountered.
After traveling more than 30,000 li, the marsh had become a boundless ocean. Even with Zhaang Ye's current Body Technique, it was difficult to find a foothold. And beneath this vast expanse of water, countless Giant Pythons, hundreds of feet long, lay silently in wait. A single misstep, and they would swallow a person whole.
WHOOSH!
Zhaang Ye sped across a stretch of swamp and glanced back into the distance.
Over ten li away, a gloomy aura was doggedly pursuing him.
