HISSSSSSSSSS!
The creature blasted forward at full speed. At the same time the swamp rose all around completely enveloping Damon. Walls of dark water surged upward from every direction, folding inward, sealing off space, and imprisoning him completely.
A perfect sphere of black liquid formed around him, dense, churning, and impenetrable. The miasma thickened within it, compressing layer after layer, turning the interior into a suffocating void of poison and pressure.
The Swamp King sneered on seeing how easily Damon got caught. It then lifted its hand and made a crushing gesture.
Inside the prison of black water, the pressure multiplied instantly. The walls tightened. Layer after layer of dense, toxin-laden liquid compressed inward, crushing space itself, turning the sphere into something closer to a singular point than a cage. The miasma thickened to the point of becoming almost solid, every inch of it infused with corrosive intent.
The Swamp King’s serpentine face twisted into something resembling satisfaction as it lowered its arm slightly, confident in the outcome.
However, the very next second, the impenetrable prison exploded into a million droplets of toxic water that rained down in every direction.
At the center of it, Damon hovered, completely still and completely unharmed. The miasmic essence that had moments ago been a suffocating prison now flowed toward him and around him like a submissive pet.
The Swamp King’s expression froze as it looked in disbelief.
Damon grinned. "Guess I am the winner here. My control of poison is better than yours."
The Swamp King became even more shocked because at the moment Damon was talking in a language that he understood.
"No need to be surprised. I am a disciple of the great Poison God. Heard of him?"
Damon was hoping that the answer would be an yes. It could potentially save him a lot of time and he could also maybe haul ass another bloodline candidate into his soul space for later. But how could things be so simple.
The Swamp King seemed determined to fight until the end as he once again unleashed another attack, this time a barrage of various attacks. The whole swamp was churning and attacking Damon, power packed punches coming in from all directions.
Damon did not remain idle either. He blocked and parried the guy refraining from dealing any actual attack that might end him. At the same time, he analyzed everything about the creature.
This was a devourer in front of him. Its stats, skills everything could be attributed to its bloodline. But clearly he was different from Damon. He only possessed swamp related skills. This could be because this entire world was a swamp and only swamp creatures lived in this world.
But no matter how he saw it, the creature’s bloodline wasn’t all that unique.
Sure, the creature itself was plenty powerful but it was nothing Damon couldn’t put down. If he did kill this thing and absorb this bloodline, he would probably gain very little or nothing at all. He would only end up attracting the attention of others making his bloodline shine like a torch.
After a couple of exchanges, Damon decided to let this one go and move onto another target. He summoned his blood avatar and let him fight the swamp king while he tapped into the Bloodline network.
He was almost about to get the hell out of there when suddenly an unexpected voice spoke to him. It was the snake lady, the artifact spirit from the Poison God’s ring. "Don’t leave without him. He is special."


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