Below, in the Black Wind Swamp. Bai Qingxue suppressed the urge to turn back and provide support, pushing her speed to the limit as she plunged into this treacherous land shrouded year-round in gray-black poisonous miasma. The moment she entered the swamp, her vision and spiritual sense were severely limited. The air reeked of decay and deadly toxins, the ground beneath her feet was soft and dangerous mire, and occasionally eerie black shadows flickered beneath the murky water's surface. She dared not linger. Following a vague sense of direction from memory, she flew toward the swamp's depths—toward the core region where, according to rumors, the magnetic disturbance was most chaotic. Little Snow followed closely at her side, nimbly avoiding puddles and hidden dangers. She could feel the violent spiritual energy fluctuations from the distant sky behind her, along with Yu Chenzi's undisguised, frenzied killing intent. She could also feel Aunt Bai Wei and the others' aura...