A purple small pagoda acknowledged the somewhat stiff Zhang Wenchang.
An orange great seal was taken away by Zhou Yi.
A mirror was taken away by a Golden-haired Blue-eyed Foreigner.
Ye Fan, however, gained nothing. Not a single Magic Artifact acknowledged him.
Yet just after all nine Magic Artifacts had found their "masters," they flew uncontrollably toward the altar.
In the end, they landed in the places where the Magic Artifacts had once been arranged.
"What's going on? Why can't we move?" Everyone was horrified.
Those who had not been acknowledged by the Magic Artifacts scrambled away from the altar, then crawled toward the outside of the Great Pit.
"They're sacrifices! Sacrifices to the gods!" people shouted repeatedly.
"All of you, shut up!" Ye Fan shouted angrily at his classmates.
Then he fearlessly climbed onto the altar and made his way to the Yellow Mud Coffin at its center.
It seemed that the way to save them lay inside the Yellow Mud Coffin.
"Look, the bloodstains on the altar are disappearing. They're all sacrifices, and the gods are about to claim them. Let's run!" Someone noticed that the Five-Colored Altar seemed to be absorbing the blood. The two men and one woman who had collapsed on the altar earlier had even died from blood loss.
Their corpses had also become like dried corpses, rapidly losing all their moisture.
"There are ghosts! Run!"
In the end, all the remaining students crawled out.
Only Ye Fan and the nine students holding Magic Artifacts remained on the Five-Colored Altar, unable to move at all.
Ye Fan seemed furious. He repeatedly kicked the Yellow Mud Coffin, as though trying to smash it apart.
However, the Yellow Mud Coffin seemed even harder than rock. There was no way Ye Fan could kick it open with