The ground suddenly tore apart as if under some forceful dual-directional pull, creating a deep, gaping rift from which the soil kept falling in.
The house shook too.
Thankfully, it did not collapse.
Jessica looked on, too horrified for words. She feared that the gate of Hell was opening, ready to devour everyone above.
However, the crack finally ceased expanding. Shen Yue stood at the edge peering down, borrowing a lighter from Chitrica. He lit a piece of flammable tree bark and dropped it down.
Only when the bark had completely burned up did Shen Yue nod slightly, recognizing that there was ample oxygen below. He tied a nylon rope to the doorframe, secured its tightness, and began his descent.
Jessica stared wide-eyed as Shen Yue seemingly floated downwards at an even pace; she could almost believe he possessed supernatural powers.
