Seven Devils!

Fortress 13,

On the empty surface, Ren Han wore a tense expression, his eyes locked on the ten-thousand-meter rift.

"Nothing can go wrong, nothing can go wrong..."

The Martial Dao valued striving, and human martial artists had never grown up in a greenhouse.

World Gates were scattered throughout human territory. From the first rank onward, true human geniuses were already risking their lives, so he had never considered opposing Li Qingshan's return into the rift.

But reason was reason. If Li Qingshan were also trapped in that foreign realm, or even perished there...

Sweat beaded on Ren Han's forehead. He quickly shook his head, flinging away both his distracting thoughts and the sweat.

Beside him, Kong Yang gripped the handle of his fan tightly in his right hand and said hoarsely,

"Commander Ren, though times are different now, Qingshan's strength is also beyond what ordinary people can..."

His words stopped abruptly. Kong Yang forced an awkward smile, while Ren Han wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, equally at a loss.

Across from them, the young man had already stepped out of the rift and was looking at the two of them with a strange expression.

In the span of barely a dozen seconds, in the time it took to say two sentences, Li Qingshan had already finished clearing it out and returned!

Remembering how solemnly they had seen him off, the three looked at one another, speechless for a moment.

"Cough, cough!"

Li Qingshan cleared his throat and looked at Ren Han.

"It is only natural that the foreign races are weak. There is no need to be surprised."

"Commander Ren, don't waste time here. Go prepare the rescue plan first!"

"Right, right, right. Then I'll get to work first. You... be careful."

Ren Han shook his head, and