Finally, Demonic Treasure Mountain ceased its trembling and settled in the middle of the swamp.
The mountain took up two-thirds of the swamp, squeezing the mud to the periphery, which only managed to surround the mountain in order to survive. The scene was rather pitiful.
"Ribbit, ribbit!"
The golden fire toad that had escaped sat by the shore, looking at the towering mountain peak and sorrowfully croaking as if it was the harbinger of the arrival of bleak autumn, a last call before hibernation.
Gazing at this sight, Su Ran sighed inwardly. The Dark Swamp was almost non-existent now.
The emergence of Demonic Treasure Mountain had effectively closed off the pathway leading to the Ghost Clan's realm. The piercing cries of the ghosts instantly ceased. At the same time, a large number of system notifications resounded in Su Ran's mind, nearly causing him to short-circuit.
