These white bones corresponded to different living beings.
There were humans, beasts, and some from half-humans and half-beasts. The corresponding remains of practically all the races that could be found in the universe could be found here.
How had these living beings died?
If they had been killed by someone, why had they been hung on a tree? Could it be some kind of ceremony of the natives?
Or perhaps, these trees… were man-killing demonic trees in the first place?
It was possible.
Ling Han's eyes swept over them. Remains hung on every tree. Only the amount differed.
A feeling of danger rose up in his heart, but he did not have the slightest intention of retreating. His figure flashed through the air, and continued onwards.
Everything was peaceful.
Ling Han was astounded as he flew through the air. He hadn't come across any danger at all, so could it be that all he saw were illusions?
Kuang!