A series of gigantic ribs, each six to seven meters high, connected to thick vertebrae, resembling a bizarre vine rack, covering this little dirt road.
On the pale gigantic bones hang skulls, some resembling human, others obviously not human.
This enormous skeletal structure extends along the dirt road, stretching out at least fifty to sixty meters, then disappearing into the darkness.
And behind in the wilderness, gazing through here, the path ascends, entering a vast shadow of massive mountains in the back.
An inexplicable pressure of deathly silence, mingled with barbaric and bloodthirsty aura, silently suppresses the front.
Wen Yan focused his gaze and saw those skulls hanging below the gigantic bones slowly rotating, looking towards him.
Some skulls emitted growling sounds, some exhaled, others whispered, and some recited unknown languages.
Wen Yan could sense that every sound from the skulls was a warning.
