His vision went black, but Yang An still lifted his foot and walked past the Stone Stele.
When he looked ahead, the hairs on his body stood on end, and a chill ran down his spine.
Before him, a colossal face, split open and a hundred zhang wide, was now less than a few meters away. He could even clearly see the pulsing veins and arteries within the flesh of the face, which was fractured into four or five pieces.
An overwhelming stench of decay washed over him, making it hard to breathe.
He hadn't expected that this time he saw the illusion, the face would suddenly appear right before him, as if it had been waiting for him all along.
But what stunned Yang An even more was... he found he couldn't move.
Looking down, he saw that at some point, countless tendrils of flesh had spread across the ground, tightly wrapping around his entire body below the neck.
He couldn't even move a single finger.
