"This is the place, Brother Qiu."
"Hmm."
Chen Qiu, his complexion deathly pale, nodded slightly. His fingertips trembled as the Golden Core fourth-layer resentful spirit that had been clinging to him suddenly burst forth like a tiger breaking free from its chains, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into substance and roared as it charged into the swamp's poison mist.
"Phew..."
The moment the Golden Core fourth-layer resentful spirit left him, Chen Qiu's complexion visibly regained some of its color, and his spirits lifted significantly. The coldness emitting from his body, which had been palpable, also ceased.
"Damn it..."
He watched the fading figure of the resentful spirit and couldn't help but curse under his breath.