Approximately half an hour later, the scenery ahead began to change.
The dark red earth gradually turned into a mire, emitting a foul, putrid stench. The malice and resentment in the air intensified several times over, accompanied by sounds akin to ghosts wailing and wolves howling emerging from the black swamp ahead, sending shivers down the spine.
"Wraiths!" Qin Daoran’s expression sharpened. "And there are a lot of them!"
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