The contact was like ice water poured into boiling oil.
In the pitch-black swamp, Roger also saw various bizarre creatures weaving in and out, with the occasional monster visible around, but even these beings dared not approach this area.
He leapt into the air, the trembling beneath his feet buoyed his body higher and higher. With the disappearance of the Flower of Eternal Darkness, the cleaving between sky and ground was also disrupted, and Roger traveled forward, guided by memory.
In the process, he dealt with a few monsters that leapt out of the swamp.
Before long, he arrived at the area where the towering giant trees once grew.
Even if he held his breath, that unique dark energy could still be sensed by Roger, which felt even more overwhelming than the foul stench detected by ordinary smell.
