The footprints in the swamp didn't sink, but instead protruded?
Xiang Beifei didn't step into this part of the swamp but carefully observed the three footprints. The three footprints were very clear, even the patterns on the soles of their shoes could be seen clearly, with each footprint three inches above the ground.
He looked up at the three people in front of him. The place where Xing Wuya and the others stood also seemed to be protruding.
This swamp definitely has an issue.
Xiang Beifei gathered a clump of breath soil in his hand, transformed it into a hard stone, and then hurled this stone towards the swamp.
Pa!
The stone formed from breath soil struck the soft swamp and quickly sank down.
Gurgle gurgle!
The breath soil stone slowly sank, bubbling up one after another, soon disappearing into the swamp and vanishing.
After waiting for a moment, no mark appeared in the swamp, and the imprint of the breath soil gradually disappeared as well.
