Chapter 588
A gentle breeze swept through the air, carrying a faint yet unmistakable stench of decay.
The rustling of dry leaves broke the silence, as a few fluttered down from the treetops, only to vanish into nothingness before touching the ground.
Li Fan distinctly saw something on the surface of the leaves—a fleeting glimpse of twisted, agonized faces.
Under normal circumstances, anyone witnessing such a bizarre scene would inevitably feel a chill of terror.
Yet, at this moment, in Li Fan's eyes, this place known as “Withering Human Life” was nothing short of enchanting.
Taking a deep breath, the putrid air filled his lungs, and he found it oddly sweet.
Greedily, he inhaled a few more times.
He carefully observed the cultivators hanging from the trees and noticed their lifeless black eyes devoid of pupils, paired with eerie smiles on their faces.
Their hair had fused with the branches, serving as ropes to suspend their bodies.