Further downstream, the river grew wider and shallower until it finally merged with small streams from elsewhere, forming a vast expanse of swampy lowlands.
Amidst the swirling water vapor, Fang Qingze could smell nothing but the stench of rotting vegetation; even Scarface's sense of smell was losing its effectiveness.
Although the dragon could catch the faint scent of the badge, it could not pinpoint the source. The rotting miasma of the swamp was mixed with the aura of other predatory crocodiles, making it difficult to trace.
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