As soon as they set foot in the mountain of bones, the monsters around, some buried under the piles of skeletal remains, start to emerge. These creatures, who had been hiding from Argon, come out with fierce expressions, ready to devour any humans in sight. The lone cultivators begin to sweat, feeling the intense pressure as the beasts surround them.
Lone cultivators, realizing the dire situation, quickly group together in large clusters to survive. They know the sects have their own worlds and won't care about them.
"Form up! Stay together!" shouts one cultivator, his voice trembling with fear.
Another, wiping the sweat from his brow, exclaims, "This is madness! How are we supposed to fight all these monsters?"
The monsters, sensing the vulnerability of the lone cultivators, charge with a predatory hunger. The air is thick with the smell of decay and the growls of the beasts.
