The slowest climbing skeleton was a fragment of a human skull, with visible teeth sockets at the bottom.
It measured only six centimeters in length and six centimeters in width.
This person was quite unlucky; after death, their skull was shattered, and the largest fragment was only this small, relying solely on it for resurrection.
Their soul was now in a dazed state, forming a cloud of black smoke that enveloped this bone shard, pushing it toward the altar.
It climbed so slowly, utterly exhausted, struggling even on the initial slope.
The cloud of black smoke seemed entirely devoid of strength.
The audience was even more anxious for it, shouting encouragement with all their might.
"Hang in there, buddy at the bottom!"
"Buddy at the bottom, climb to the common people's zone, and I'll treat you to a grand feast."
"Buddy at the bottom, keep climbing! If you do well, I'll provide food for you for ten days."
Yet it still seemed weak and powerless.
