As everything settled, all eyes turned to the scene.
Originally two people, one stood there like a charming sculpture, the three-dimensional beauty mixed with the blood covering him, exuding a forbidding tragic beauty.
The other person kneeled with both knees on the ground, blankly staring at the person standing in front of him.
Everyone saw clearly that it was Yang Fan who was at death's door, barely hanging on, standing there; and Ren Tianhua, who was just exultant and thought he was on the brink of a complete victory, kneeling in the pit showing only half of his body.
The entire yard was dead silent, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
It was unknown when, but the previously crescent moon burst from the clouds, becoming a large, round moon.
