The corpses pouring down were like a tide, directly overwhelming Yang Jian, Li Yang, and Tong Qian.
After being pressed by the corpses, they felt that the number of corpses seemed far greater than what they had seen with the naked eye, as if all the corpses had gathered together to form a deep pit, burying them deeply within, with no sight of the outside.
What's terrifying is that these corpses were not stationary dead bodies.
When they hit him, Yang Jian felt that these corpses seemed to have a consciousness, continuously approaching him, countless hands and feet reaching out from unknown places to grab and entangle him tightly.
Moreover, the gaps around him were getting smaller and smaller.
The nearby corpses were wriggling, exerting a tremendous pressure.
This feeling was like being gradually built into a wall, leaving no room for resistance.
