A figure flew out from the Moon Pit.
"Hmm?"
The Sacrificial Elder rubbed her narrow eyes, wondering if her eyes were deceiving her.
Yet when she confirmed that someone had indeed flown out of the Moon Pit, the charming elder gasped in shock. Following behind the first figure were three more, one of whom she recognized very well—it was the human from Earth she had personally kicked into the pit just moments ago.
In the past, anyone who claimed that one could fly out from the bottom of the Moon Pit would have been met with scorn and ridicule. Let alone the cases recorded in ancient texts, didn't the death of the Supreme Elder from the Upper Crescent Second Moon Clan 300 years ago explain everything?
No matter how peerlessly beautiful or powerful one was, falling into the Moon Pit meant certain death. There was simply no other possibility. But witnessing the impossible happen with their own eyes, all the Moon Clan members were dumbfounded.
