Woooo—
The space at the edge of the vortex continually collapses inward and instantly reorganizes.
The central area is blood-red, resembling a pulsating organ.
Enormous gravitational forces emanate from the depths, furiously stirring the surrounding air currents.
The dust and dry bones on the ground are swept up into the air, and once they touch the vortex's edge, they silently disintegrate into powder.
Fang Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly, somewhat surprised.
It seems the mechanism's trigger doesn't care if you bow your head or step on it; it activates with a certain level of physical vibration or energy resonance.
Thinking this, Fang Cheng's gaze followed the suction force, probing into the bottomless blood-red passage.
He tried to see the scene deep within the vortex, but to no avail.
After observing for a moment, Fang Cheng slightly lowered his gaze onto the few-meter-high ruined pagoda.
