Taking advantage of the gathering of the army and riding on the golden lion, Su Wan ventured to the Death Swamp through the rift in the north of Lion City.
Before attacking the Spire of Fate, Su Wan had to figure something out to continue nourishing the swamp.
It wasn't certain how long it would take to capture the Spire of Fate.
The moment she passed through the rift, a strong smell of blood invaded her nostrils. The swamp shrouded in the blood mist appeared hazy. The ground was like bloody mud. White bones floated on it.
It was a terrifying land of death. A true depiction of the abyssal purgatory.
The lion's gaze became vigilant. Its tail was already up. It sensed the presence of monsters.
The blood mist began to distort and gradually condensed to form a figure. The scene was chilling to the bone.
The golden lion became agitated. Its extraordinary aura surged. It opened its maw.
