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After a short while, Ling Feng entered the lair of the Sky Swallowing Dragon Python without any obstacles.
Around the lair, there was a thick layer of poisonous miasma. Ordinary martial artists who approached carelessly and inhaled the miasma would likely suffer severe decay and death.
Even if one protected oneself with True Qi, it was doubtful they could endure in such an environment for long.
However, this poisonous miasma was practically non-existent to Ling Feng.
Over the years, Ling Feng had tasted numerous herbs and had developed a body immune to all poisons, making the poisonous miasma incapable of harming even a single hair on him.
The lair of the Sky Swallowing Dragon Python was extremely dark and damp.
Ling Feng dared not waste time. He continued deeper along the passageway of the lair, and after turning a corner, he saw a purple glow illuminating an area within the dark cave, filling it with a mysterious aura.
