Chapter 490: Chapter 239: Rotting Swamp Lurker, Frost Dragon’s Breath

It might not sound that complicated, but in a place this close to the Core Area, the gaps between sections of the Swamp were often quite narrow.

There were plenty of paths a person could take on foot, but passages wide enough for a horse-drawn carriage were rare.

The Route 11 they were following had been charted and designed after extensive surveying, but it was still a difficult, winding path.

The worst-case scenario would be finding no such passable roads nearby. That would be a real disaster.

They would have no choice but to turn back and try to find a detour from a much earlier point.

Who knew how much time they would waste scouting for a new path, with no guarantee of success.

What was worse, they were perilously close to the Core Area of the Blackwater Swamp. Every moment they lingered increased the probability of encountering a powerful Demon.

"Sigh..."

Glen let out a helpless sigh. He knew this was no time for frustration; he had to find a solution as quickly as possible.

Looking on the bright side, at least this was an obvious swamp, not one of those "trap" zones that looked fine on the surface but had already turned to marshland underneath.

Yet, just as he was thinking this and preparing to arrange a scouting party...

The ground beneath their feet suddenly gave way!

Or to be more precise, it "softened." Everyone could clearly feel the carriages sinking.

"This is bad!"

Glen’s expression changed drastically. ’Could it be? Have we been in the Swamp all along?’

"Quickly, pull back!"

He shouted, directing the carriages to turn around and get out.

But it was too late. The wheels were already mired deep in the mud, making it impossible to turn.

Glen’s back was instantly soaked with sweat. This wasn’t just ordinary trouble they’d run into...

"The carriages are a lost cause! Find solid ground, or we’ll be dragged down too!"

At this moment, Deke still maintained a sliver of rationality.

What’s done was done. They could only look for the best possible solution now.

"Wait... did the sinking stop?"

Luke suddenly cried out from the side.

It was true. Just a moment ago, they could clearly feel themselves sinking as if in a trap, but now, things seemed different.

A flicker of joy crossed Glen’s face. ’Could it be that this newly formed Swamp is unstable and has already reached its sinking limit?’

If that was the case, then there might still be a chance.

He immediately looked down in excitement, but his expression quickly turned to one of shock.

"This... how is this possible?"

The carriage wheels were clearly still sinking rapidly into the mud; they were already half-submerged.

But from their perspective on the carriages, they definitely weren’t sinking anymore.

What in the world was going on?

Lin Mo had noticed this as well. He frowned, lost in thought.

Suddenly, he exclaimed, "We’re rising! It’s us—we’re rising!"

The moment the words left his mouth, their line of sight shot upwards at an incredible speed. The entire caravan was being lifted off the ground...

A behemoth was bursting forth from beneath the earth.

It was an incredibly deep black mass, churning and squirming...

The entire caravan was thrown about like it was on a roller coaster, lurching high and low. Some of the merchants couldn’t keep their footing amidst the violent bucking. They lost their balance and fell into the black mud below, half of their bodies swallowed in an instant!

Glen was drenched in sweat from head to toe.

What they had encountered wasn’t a swamp at all... it was a Demon.

A colossal creature, a hundred meters long and dozens of meters wide!

"A Rotting Swamp Lurker!"

Deke uttered the Demon’s name.

Information about it immediately surfaced in Lin Mo’s memory.

He had read about this type of Demon in a book. To put it in the simplest terms, the so-called "Rotting Swamp Lurker" was essentially a Black Mud Monster.

Except it was an enormous, terrifying mass of black mud formed from the fusion of countless Black Mud Monsters.

The picture of a Rotting Swamp Lurker he’d seen in the book was about fifty meters long, forty meters wide, and nearly twenty meters tall. That one had a Threat Level of 8.

But the one before them was almost double those dimensions!

This wasn’t a difference of two times its size—it was at least eight times the volume!

What would the Level of a monster like this be?

It was undoubtedly a Middle Tier Lord Level Demon, and definitely not just Level 11 or 12. It was likely Level 13, or even Level 14!

"This is no good! We have to get out of here! The carriages will be completely swallowed any second now!"

Deke shouted.

Everyone understood that, but where could they retreat to?

The vast area beneath them was all black mud. If they jumped off the carriages, they’d be swallowed by it. They couldn’t fly. Was waiting for death their only option?

At this critical moment, Lin Mo’s mind seemed to kick into overdrive, becoming exceptionally clear.

The Rotting Swamp Lurker was a rather unique Demon. It was essentially a fusion of many Black Mud Monsters, and the conditions for its creation only existed in a special region like the Blackwater Swamp.

Although this Demon was enormous, its actual Combat Power wasn’t as exaggerated as its appearance suggested.

Normally, a Demon that reached a hundred meters in size would have far surpassed the Lord Level category; it would be an Epic Level Demon.

But this thing before them was probably not even Level 15, and its aggression was low. To put it bluntly, it was just a big, dumb brute that looked scary.

Moreover, the Rotting Swamp Lurker had a fatal flaw—

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