Three hundred twenty-nine. Enter the shell

"Mother of the Old Swamp?"

Lu Li's gaze slipped over the red light spreading over his body as he whispered softly.

There was no response, just as it had said; this was merely a brand it had left in advance.

A few seconds after the whispers of the Mother of the Old Swamp ceased, the red light began to fade. Not far from there, the next patch of red light intensified, emitting a malevolent glow.

With no hesitation, no retreat, Lu Li could only continue to approach the trap.

Was it possible that the Mother of the Marsh, who collaborated with him, was in a disadvantaged position in the struggle since he was accepted by the Mother of the Old Swamp?

Bathed in the bloody light, Lu Li continued to listen to the whispers of the Mother of the Marsh.