Every finger twitched and scratched like a living creature, emitting a teeth-grating "crackling" sound.
And in the central area, there was a towering bronze tower, the tower's body covered with bulging vein-like patterns, pulsating rhythmically as if it were alive.
A giant eyeball was embedded at the top of the tower, with scarlet pupils that constantly rotated, seemingly searching for something.
Even Zhou Qing, who had seen much, couldn't help but feel chills.
This was probably the most nauseating place he had seen since experiencing Shen Huangmao's Realm.
Sikong Yan, however, spread out his arms and took a deep breath: "Every time I come to this place, it's like coming home, it gives me an inexplicable sense of safety!"
Zhou Qing frowned—could this guy's madness be a result of the dark influence of this eerie place?
"I named it 'Rotting Flesh Sky,' what do you think?" Sikong Yan turned his head and asked.
"Not much," Zhou Qing replied coldly.
