The mist swirled, and the water vapor burgeoned. In this swamp land, hidden by slaughter and ambush, every part exuded a strong aura of deathly gray, an aura that was exceptionally intense and thick.
Under the influence of this aura, Ye Feng sat cross-legged on a large stone, in front of which lay a pool.
In the pool, there were creatures of all sizes crawling around, their heads occasionally emerging.
The tops of their heads were crimson, a red so vibrant that it almost matched the brightness and hue of fresh blood.
It was precisely these crimson heads that made Ye Feng feel a strand of peculiar power, bringing him inexplicable joy.
He suddenly realized that these crimson heads seemed to contain some kind of special energy, though this energy was scarce and thin.
But precisely because of this, Ye Feng's curiosity about these strange creatures grew, and he thought that perhaps he could use this peculiar power to restore some of his depleted soul.
