Chapter 647: The Bloodvenom Vine's Poison

The swamp was deathly still. A gray miasma drifted above it, heavy as wet wool-a haze that cut off soul-sense like a curtain. Camden Ford had sent his soul out of body more than once to probe the bog, but each attempt turned up nothing. "Ancestor, if I try to cross this swamp, what should I watch out for?" After pondering for a while and still coming up empty, Camden turned to the Bronze Ancestor for guidance. "Young one, if I'm not mistaken, there are Bloodvenom Vines lurking beneath this marsh." "Bloodvenom...