Fortunately, beneath this pipe was not a bottomless abyss.
Nor was it another pipe blasting violent Spirit Flame, with almost zero friction along its inner walls.
The sensation of weightlessness lasted only an instant before the two of them plunged into ground that was crisp and soft, as though piled from grains of sand, sinking deep into it.
"This is..."
Meng Chao heard a series of "crack, crack, crack, crack" beneath him, like the sound of bones breaking.
He reached down and grabbed a handful of bone fragments of all sizes.
Only when he looked down did he discover that he and the Wolf King had fallen through a damaged section of the pipe into a circular warehouse resembling a granary.
Except this "granary" held no grain.
It held a towering pyramid of bones, piled high to a sharp peak.
He and the Wolf King were like men trapped in white quicksand, struggling amid bone fragments that continually shattered and flowed everywhere.
Even though Meng Chao's nerves were thicker than his fingers,
he still broke out in goosebumps all over again.
But upon closer inspection, one could tell that the hundreds of millions of bone fragments had not come from humans or orcs.
The palm-sized fragments whose outlines remained intact clearly bore structures unique to large savage beasts.
With the discerning eye of a Senior Harvester, Meng Chao could infer with only a little analysis that their forms in life had been utterly different from both humans and orcs.
Moreover, most of the bone fragments bore mysterious, intricate natural patterns on their surfaces.
It was as though they had been steeped for thousands of years in the radiation of heaven and earth spiritual energy or Crystal Veins. A layer of crystalline patina had formed atop the natural patterns, faintly giving