The last ten miles were the hardest. This path of corruption might truly have been more than you could bear.
The only one who had come to welcome him had now left as well. In his solitude, Fu Qian sighed silently, without a trace of reproach.
Though he wasn't sure whether that thing even had a brain, there was no doubt the pressure had increased exponentially in this situation.
Distance had never been the key. The reason the last ten miles were the hardest was that you didn't know whether a hundred miles was the finish line—boom!
Just ten or so seconds later, a muffled impact rang out.
Along with it came a terrifying force that felt as if it could crush every bone in his body.
Even a Tyrant's bones.
This was no longer as simple as plummeting from the sky and crashing into a mountain. The force of the impact felt ferocious beyond belief.
Though at a glance, the material it was made of was clearly flesh and blood.
That's right. With the sudden stop, there was finally something beneath him.
And though the mist still roiled, that didn't stop Fu Qian from making out what lay beneath his feet.
To be honest, it even looked a little familiar.
Fat and lean intermingled, red and white contrasting. It was made up of chunks of organic matter much like the stuff that had just wrapped around his hand.
Most of it had formed into fairly regular human shapes—living human shapes.
Though they were all stark naked, Fu Qian could even see them breathing.
Of course, none of that meant his earlier conclusion had been wrong.
All those bodies lay prone or sprawled, piled together like sandbags, and somehow they really did form the shape of a hill.
So