Chapter 2865: The Seven-Hued Flower

"Hack, hack, hack..." A fit of violent coughing echoed through the quiet path. A figure was shakily making its way forward. That figure was Michael Leach. He clutched his chest, gasping for breath as he moved ahead. Bean-sized sweat beads rolled down his pallid face, accentuating his extreme haggardness. Yet he didn't stop, trudging forward with difficulty. Finally, Michael reached the end of the path. The view suddenly opened up before him. Ahead lay a vast swamp, stretching over a hundred miles....