Chapter 970: Men Who Don't Brag Aren't Good Men

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If anyone suffering from trypophobia were to come here, they would find the sight terrifying and their scalp tingling!

Just in front, on the ground, rose a hemispherical mound with a diameter of over ten meters.

It was seven or eight meters high.

Only, this mound was not made of rock or soil, but of countless black iron beads, each the size of an adult's fist.

They gathered together, constantly rotating.

Sometimes sinking into the ground, sometimes rolling out again, like some terrifying machine with a strange function.

It constantly emitted a creaking sound that made one's teeth sour just by listening.

After listening for a while, one's insides felt as if they were being crushed, involuntarily causing pain.

Even though the skeleton that jumped in had no insides, it still felt discomfort in every bone.

Suddenly, it took a deep breath and slowly walked over.