Chapter 3552 The Black Marsh

A vast black marsh stood at the foot of the mountain in the north of the Dark Region.

While the pool was tranquil all year round, an occasional bubble would burst, emitting a deadly poisonous mist.

If it could be avoided, no creature in the Dark Region would willingly approach the black marsh.

Da! Da! Da!

Over ten horses were galloping in the black marsh.

Being able to move at that speed, they were clearly familiar with the area.

It was the elite of the Royal Monkey race, the Coldness Monkey Guards, that rode the horses. In the lead was the Chief Flag Monkey, the race's commander.

Hiss! Hiss!

As the group of monkeys marched forward, a small black snake rushed out from the marsh beside them, trying to bite the Chief Flag Monkey.

Swish!

The Chief Flag Monkey's reaction was keen—with a casual wave of his hand, the little black snake had been cut into pieces.

He grabbed the head in his hand and examined it before frowning. "It's poisonous! Be careful!"

The black marsh was known to be a highly toxic place. Any creature that could survive there was not to be underestimated.

Once the Chief Flag Monkey gave his warning, he pulled his horse's mane and led the group forward.

In the middle of the group, the horse carried both Yan and Natalie on its back.

With the strength of ordinary Souls of Light, they weren't even matched against the ordinary creatures on the Other Shore. And those in the Dark Region were far stronger than those in the Light Region—Yan and Natalie didn't stand a chance against them in battle.

"All I know is that the Dark Region is boundless darkness. I didn't expect there to be any complex forces within," Natalie commented, looking around the marsh.

With a frown, Yan said, "I wonder why they bring us here from so far away."

She had nothing to do with the Star Falcon race—why did they suddenly decide to make a move?

Along the way, Yan and Natalie tried prodding the black monkeys for answers, but they had no problem ignoring them completely.

Quack!

A strange, harsh scream suddenly broke the atmosphere.

They all looked up into the sky to find the source.

S

ds. On the iron plates, Dark Nether Bugs were curling up.

"Slow down!"

"Don't bear any hostility—the stage ruler is very sensitive!"

"Slower!"

The Chief Flag Monkey didn't fail to remind his team members.

And so the Royal Monkeys carried the iron plates, carefully moving step by step. If they moved even slightly too fast, they'd end up being the stage ruler's food just as the Dark Nether Bugs.

Although there were only a few miles ahead, the Royal Monkeys walked for ten whole minutes.

When they reached the edge of a black marsh, the tongue shot out once again and swept over one of the monkeys—along with the Dark Nether Bug above his head, he was dragged into the darkness.

The scene had all the other Royal Monkeys trembling in fear. But they were the Coldness Monkey Guards—they wouldn't shy away from death. None of them had the slightest intention to throw away the Dark Nether Bugs and flee.

"Stage ruler!"

The Chief Flag Monkey hurried over to the edge of the marsh and bowed respectfully.

Having already tasted the delicious Dark Nether Bug, the stage ruler wasn't likely to attack again so soon.

Plop! Plop! Plop!

From the dark marsh emerged a head covered in spikes of flesh. A pair of orange eyes sat on the sides of the head, the pupils flickering back and forth so fast that they looked like lines. A hoarse voice then resounded. "You're using the Dark Nether Bugs to please me again?"