As he followed the road strewn with yellow sand, more thoughts came to Lin Feng.
Only nature could oppose nature.
My name is Lin Feng.
I was dragged into someone else's memories.
Xia Jie.
A flood of information churned through Lin Feng's mind. Strangely, even when he was on the verge of "waking up,"
Xia Jie still showed no reaction.
If something happened to him inside Xia Jie's memories, Xia Jie should have reacted. Yet at this moment, he seemed like a lurking beast, waiting to deliver the final blow.
That sense of insecurity immediately told Lin Feng something was wrong. Before long, that feeling reached its peak.
More and more nonhuman bones appeared around them, and they reached the lowest point of the area. Strangely, the yellow sand here had become exceedingly thin.
It was as though the yellow sand had begun avoiding this place.
Sensing the uneven ground, Di Fa's expression finally changed.
He motioned for everyone to gather here and go no farther.
Lin Feng saw them too: black steps beneath the yellow sand.
Below this vast, empty sacrificial plaza, one section gradually sank into the ground. This must have been their destination.
At the sight of it, Di Fa finally breathed a sigh of relief.
There was a cellar-like hatch here, fitted with two bronze pull rings. Strangely, a great many clay jars stood beside those rings.
The arrangement of these clay jars differed from those on the Plateau, though there were similarities.
They also contained the flesh of some kind of creature.
But after seeing them, Lin Feng heard the Sha Sha Sha sound behind him grow louder and louder.
It was as though something was on the ceiling overhead!
"No one look up."
A large hand clamped down on Lin Feng's head, and a