"It's just ahead."
Deke pointed ahead, his expression grave. "This is the most dangerous and critical part of the mission..."
Lin Mo gazed ahead. The land before them was an inky, jet-black.
In truth, ever since entering the Blackwater Swamp, the ground had been vastly different from the yellowish soil outside.
In the outer regions, it wasn't as obvious—just normal soil tinged with a faint black. But as they ventured deeper, the ground beneath their feet had gradually shifted to a bleak, grayish-black.
And now, they faced a deep black that looked as if it had been painted with thick ink.
To step upon it was to feel a constant unease, as if one could plunge through at any moment. It felt less like treading on muddy earth and more like walking over an abyss.
This was precisely how the Blackwater Swamp got its name.
"Let's go."
