Just then, something unexpected happened.
A cold voice came from outside the cage overhead. "Take that human female out. Prepare to offer her to the leader."
The casualness in the voice suggested the humans in the cage were mere objects.
"Elder, should she be put in the Moon Pit?" the guard asked respectfully.
"Mm," the Elder nodded.
The Moon Pit. In the eyes of the Moon Clan, it was an indisputable forbidden zone. Any living thing that entered would never walk out alive, as the Moon Pit would automatically release flames to incinerate all life. Nothing could leave alive. Not even a Daluo Golden Immortal could escape being devoured by the Moon Pit.
For this reason, during significant festivals or sacrificial rites, the Moon Clan would first throw in the 'skins' and then the prey. The 'skins' were the humans or Moon Clan members who had been hung up in the dungeons. Living prey would die amidst agonizing screams in the scorching flames.
