The edge of the pit was smooth as a mirror, as if cut by some supreme existence!
Inside the pit, there was nothing at all.
The Spirit Beasts that Chang Tian and the others brought...
All disappeared.
Not even a speck of dust, a trace of blood, was left behind.
As if they had never existed in this world.
Only in the far distance, a few scattered members of the Night Race, who were already on the outskirts of the camp, quick to detect the situation and incredibly lucky, lay limp on the ground, staring at the massive pit, their eyes vacant, bodies trembling, clearly terrified out of their wits.
A gentle breeze blew, carrying the scent of scorched earth, ruffling the hem of Lin Chen's clothing and the crimson fur of the Little Fox.
They still stood there, expressions calm, as if the earth-shattering strike had nothing to do with them.
