"Splash..."
Hundreds of crocodiles carried people into the water, continuing to swim forward.
Jiang Xuan was still sitting on the same crocodile as Qing Ye. He took out the dried beast meat he smoked by the fire last night and chewed it slowly.
"Chirp..."
Tang Yuan was still flying in the sky. After a night's rest, it was energetic and flew excitedly in circles.
By noon, they finally arrived at the Black Water Swamp.
When Jiang Xuan saw the Black Water Swamp, he finally understood the origin of its name.
Standing on the crocodile's back, he gazed into the distance, only to see a vast expanse of water.
This body of water was different from other places; its water appeared black, instinctively making anyone who saw it feel uneasy.
Even Tang Yuan lowered its flying height after reaching this water area, not daring to fly around recklessly anymore.
Obviously, Tang Yuan also sensed something unusual about this water area.
