Fortunately, the bottom of this pipe was not an endless abyss.
It was not another pipe that was spewing violent spirit flames and had nearly zero friction on its inner walls either.
The feeling of weightlessness only lasted for an instant, and the two fell into the crisp and soft ground that was akin to a pile of gravel, sinking deep into it.
"This is..."
Meng Chao heard "ka-cha, ka-cha, ka-cha" sounds coming from below him, like that of bones breaking.
He reached out to grab at it, and sure enough, he caught a bunch of broken bones in all sizes.
When he looked down, he found that he and the Wolf King had fallen into a round warehouse that looked like a barn from the damaged part of the pipe.
However, what was stored in this "barn" was not rice.
Instead, it was a pyramid of bones piled high.
He and the Wolf King seemed to have fallen into white quicksand, struggling in the broken bones that were flowing everywhere.