The sheer terror and the rapid descent made Yang Ruxin forget about the spatial device. Her only thought was that she was probably going to smash into pulp.
Yet, it seemed that fate still favored her, something caught her.
Because she had tumbled during the fall, she was face down when caught. Fortunately, the impact was on her stomach, and had it been on her neck, she probably would have died instantly.
"I don't know if my ribs are broken," Yang Ruxin grunted, then grasped the stick that had caught her stomach. However, even broken ribs were better than falling to her death and turning into pulp.
So, Sister Xin was still very grateful for the wooden branch that had jutted out.
Lying on it and taking a deep breath, she looked down to see nothing but endless darkness. Thankfully, looking up, the situation was different. The hole above wasn't too far away; she could vaguely make out a small patch of sky, even two stars in the sky…
