Through the dense mist, Lin Yi could no longer make out the inscriptions on the Ancient Bell but could sense from the arrangement of the cuneiform script on its body and the logical depiction of the mysterious secret marks a terrifying, incomprehensible, indescribable presence.
It seemed to be engraved with some kind of ancient matrix, and just seeing the logic behind the arrangement of such text and secret marks evoked an uncontrollable palpitation, a taste of horror and fear that seemed to have penetrated into the soul.
Perhaps due to the existence of the Black Moon Outpost, it was impossible to rashly conclude the material of this ancient bell from appearance alone. The dark, navy hue of its texture felt like ancient meteorite iron, producing a sense of oppression just by looking at it.
