Countless twisted figures mixed together, too numerous to discern how many heads there were, like boiling pitch seeping out of the abyss, rushing up the moss-covered slippery cliffs.
Their dexterity was barely affected by the rocky environment, as if they were born to climb, and although they were still a great distance from Lin Yi, it wouldn't take long before they reached his height.
Not to mention if Lin Yi failed to grasp the cliff and fell...
"Shasha... Shasha... Shasha..."
They surged like a tide, causing the entire rock face to tremble slightly, as they climbed in strange postures and roared out obscure syllables, a sound that mingled with the sea wind and the sound of waves, intermittently reaching Lin Yi's ears:
[fanTome... fRa forRidEn...]
[fanTome... fRa... forRidEn...]
The hair-raising syllables were like a rusty, blunt knife slowly scraping against Lin Yi's bones, sending chills down his spine and filling him with an intense sense of horror...
