Countless twisted figures mingled together, a black mass with too many heads to count, like boiling asphalt seeping out of the abyss and surging up the slippery, moss-covered cliff.
The rocky terrain barely hindered their movements, as though they had been born to climb. Although they were still a very long way from Lin Yi, it would take them hardly any time to reach his height.
Let alone if Lin Yi lost his grip on the cliff and fell...
"Rustle, rustle... rustle, rustle..."
They surged toward him like a tide, making the entire rock face seem to tremble faintly. As they crawled in bizarre postures, they roared obscure syllables that mingled with the sea wind and crashing waves, reaching Lin Yi's ears in broken snatches:
[fanTome...fRa forRidEn...]
[fanTome...fRa...forRidEn...]
Those scalp-prickling syllables felt like a rusty, blunt knife slowly scraping along Lin Yi's bones. A horrifying sensation flowed through his spine like icy liquid, chilling him to the core while filling him with intense dread...
He could not imagine what would become of him if they engulfed him.
Lin Yi withdrew his gaze, unwilling to waste any more time on those misshapen crawlers.
I have to anchor myself back before they engulf me...
He tightened his grip on the crack in the cliff, almost wishing he could bury his body in the moss to press himself as close as possible to the slippery rock face. Then he took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.
According to the rules, under normal circumstances, keeping one's eyes closed for long periods outside of sleep was forbidden. People with high inspiration were easily influenced by their surroundings when they closed their eyes, inadvertently losing their anchor and falling through layers. But he had already fallen through a layer, so he had to do