Mountain of White Bones.
After following the two Mutated Humans in the opposite direction, Lin An finally discovered that the black giant rocks and mountains he had not had time to examine earlier were actually highly weathered corpses.
Mutated corpses, each at least three hundred meters tall, formed this entire wasteland.
After who knew how many years of accumulation and slaughter, the gaps not yet covered by corpses revealed that this blackish-brown land might once have been white.
As for the red threads he had touched, they seemed to be the boundary of this area.
They traveled in silence.
Noticing that this group of Mutated Humans was not very interested in what he said, Lin An did not say much more. He merely followed behind them in silence.
By normal logic, their behavior could only be explained by two possibilities.
First, he was too weak.
Second, the Mutated Humans no longer needed cooperation.
Of course, as Lin An watched the monsters running ahead like Kuafu chasing the sun, he felt there had to be another reason.
He did not believe that beings with the intelligence of Fourth Order experts would be unable to connect the Mutants' movements with him.
He was a powerful figure in the world invaded by the Mutants, and the Mutants had also transferred large numbers of their people away.
Then it was obvious that no matter how weak he, Lin An, was, there had to be something special about him that could threaten the Mutants.
That they would ignore him despite such a simple line of reasoning left Lin An truly puzzled.
Instead, they seemed to care far more about Native Humans than they did about him.
This did not fit Rose's attitude.
The doubts piled up.
Lacking sufficient information, Lin An could only choose to