"Plop!" Shi Lei stepped on shattered turtle shells and charged straight into the swamp, his entire skeleton almost glued over by the sticky, dark green sauce!
The foul, stagnant water—three parts thicker than ordinary mud—clung to his jade bones, hissing and emitting corrosive purple smoke. Even the Wither-Bloom light curtain falling from the Void-Breaking Crown overhead was stained with an oily, dark green sheen... making him look precisely like an aged pickle hauled straight out of a brine jar, wrapped in a layer of plastic wrap!
"Ugh... stinky feet... mud soup... utterly spoiled!" the infant spirit dry-heaved in the Dantian (in thought form).
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