Chen Hao strode deeper into the plain, his bearing calm, as though the eerie atmosphere around him had no effect on him at all. The six hurried after him, not daring to fall behind.
After only a few hundred meters, scattered, broken animal bones began to appear on the ground. The farther they went, the more bones there were, packed ever more densely together.
A kangaroo's head lay there, the severed end of its neck ragged, as though something had torn it off with brute force.
An intact sheep's leg still bore tooth marks on its bones. A wild dog's carcass had been sliced open, its internal organs missing.
Yang Wanqing covered her nose. Chen Siyao did not, but she quickened her pace.
Ying Wenjie walked in the middle of the group, glancing from side to side, afraid something might suddenly spring out from any direction.
Finally, after crossing a stretch of wasteland strewn with bones, they stopped dead in their tracks.
A gigantic pit lay before them.
At a glance, the pit was over two hundred meters across. Its edges were jagged, as though something had ripped an opening upward from underground.
Its walls were almost vertical, plunging down into depths they could not see. That darkness was not the darkness of night, but something purer, something that could devour all light.
Wu Tian walked to the edge and peered down. He saw nothing and heard nothing.
Wind blew up from the bottom, washing over them with a heavy stench of blood and decay, along with a faint trace of chilling yin energy.
A rustling sound rose from the depths, growing closer and more incessant, like countless feet scurrying rapidly up the rock walls.
"Here it comes!" Chen Siyao's expression hardened. Her usual languid ease vanished in an instant