The cracks in the Skyfall Pit appeared swiftly.
And those unidentified things grew even faster.
Almost in the blink of an eye, they had filled the entire Skyfall Pit, inside and out.
It was an exceedingly rare green plant, with branches as supple as vines, yet dotted with nameless flowers.
Each flower was as large as a fist, its color like blood.
With the appearance of these flowers, a scent like wafting fresh blood began to permeate the air.
Because the greenery and flowers appeared so quickly, Bu Er and the others failed to notice in time that Mo Beixing had vanished.
By the time Bu Er realized it, he found that Mo Beixing was already gone.
The fine threads were still in his hands, their weight considerable, but the person originally bound within them had disappeared.
In her place were those plants.
They actually wove back and forth through the fine threads, but no one knew where they had taken Mo Beixing.
"We didn't see Mo Beixing escape, nor did we see anything unusual about these flowers and plants. So why has she disappeared?"
Yang Qing and Jiang Zhizhou stood side by side, staring into the Skyfall Pit.
Not a trace of stone could be seen anymore. Green vines and red flowers filled their vision.
And in the air lingered that faint, elusive scent of blood.
"Could these flowers have swallowed Mo Beixing as soon as they bloomed?"
But they had been standing at the edge of the pit the entire time and had seen no movement at all.
They had only seen these things grow out of that crack.
Had Mo Beixing fallen into the crevice?
Yet Bu Er had been holding the fine threads all along, and before those things grew out, the weight in his hands