C647 The Poison of the Poison Blood Vine

In the swamp, an eerie silence prevailed, with a grayish mist hanging in the air, effectively blocking any soul detection. Hua Hsing tried several times to sense the swamp's conditions, but his efforts were in vain.

"Ancestor, what should I be cautious of while crossing this swamp?" Hua Hsing pondered for a moment, unable to discern anything about the swamp