Li Feng stepped into the Death Valley of the Valley of Life and Death, walking on the white Bone River for more than a thousand meters. The entire Death Valley was dead silent; not to mention the sound of birds and beasts, there wasn't even the slightest insect chirping.
He didn't know how many corpses were piled under the Bone River, which for some reason had turned into grain-sized bone particles, covering the entire valley like sand on a beach.
Li Feng was extremely cautious, after all, a person's name casts a shadow. The Valley of Life and Death was well-known, and even the Sikong family had to take a detour around it, clearly indicating some great terror within.
Li Feng slowed his pace, watching and listening carefully.
Eventually, his gaze fell on the cliffs on both sides of the valley. These walls were filled with fist-sized holes, densely packed, making one's scalp tingle. These seemed to be Fire Ant nests, yet on a closer look, there were no Fire Ants in sight.
Quiet.
