The silver light shuttle flew at a constant speed at a low altitude, while Fang Hao sat cross-legged in the cabin with a calm expression.
Several days had passed since he had counter-killed that demonic Cultivator who blocked his path.
He had simply processed the demonic Cultivator's Storage bag, burning away the items that clearly carried the aura of the Demonic Path, and left only a small amount of Mid-Grade Spirit Stone and a few relatively pure Ore Materials before ignoring it.
Raiders of this level were as numerous as crucian carp crossing the river in a chaotic place like the Yin Sha Swamp; killing them was simply killing them, and it would not leave behind any major consequences.
As they continued forward, the terrain below began to change significantly.
The originally undulating, jagged black mountain range gradually became sparse and low, eventually being replaced by an endless, mist-filled dark green wetland.
