Why?

Crack, crack, crack~~

Cracks spread, and the cold sound of shattering rang through the silence woven from the dark-green web, painfully piercing.

The amusement on Xue Yan's face froze, as did his killing intent. His gaze locked onto the shattered Soul Tablet amid the Bone Tree's branches and leaves.

Xue Lin was dead!

One of the Blood Rot clan's last two survivors, the hidden piece he had planted within the Alliance, had suddenly vanished just like that?

Clearly, not long ago, Xue Lin had sent word for him to come to Evil Horn Island and deal with the "prophet"...

"Formless Celestial Devil! It must have been the Formless Celestial Devil!!!!"

The terrified scream cut through his thoughts. Xue Yan frowned and glanced sideways.

Xie Sen was trembling from head to toe, no longer possessing the composure he had shown when facing death before. It was as though his fear of the "Formless Celestial Devil" surpassed death itself!

However, Xue Yan had no mind to spare for the thoughts of some insignificant insect right now.

"Quiet!" With a cold shout, he raised his hand once more.

"Wait!"

His movement was interrupted again.

Amid the Bone Tree's branches and leaves, dark-green streams of data converged into a screen. A refined middle-aged man looked over gravely.

"My lord?" Xue Yan asked in surprise, utterly puzzled.

He did not understand why Beiao was stopping him.

Still less did he understand why Beiao, who had always gone to great lengths to evade the Netherworld's gaze, had suddenly appeared before Xie Sen.

"Don't ask. Watch this first."

Beiao offered no further explanation. With a wave of his hand, a light screen flew out and hung to one side.

The image was covered by dense blood-red light. Within the boundless depths of space, a point of light