Trapped in the Artist's Nightmare Chapter 352

Everywhere you look, there are corpses.

The crowd couldn't count how many bodies they saw, just lying quietly on the desolate and cold sand and grass, with rotting bodies, broken limbs, eerie white bones, and fur fluttering in the wind.

There were corpses everywhere and the place was dead silent. It was like a cemetery of living beings.

Several people did not speak for a long time. The desolate and vast ancient mountains were as silent as the earth. Under the dark and heavy night sky, this cemetery was quieter than people, mountains, and the earth. The eyes of countless creatures who died with their eyes open seemed to be staring at these people silently, and seemed to be telling the fear they had experienced before death that made their souls restless.

"This..." Nathan Ke finally spoke first, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he had to clear his throat, "Is this the gate to hell?"