In the distance, aboard the Divine Artifact Starship belonging to the Holy Wang Pavilion, Zhao Hao watched the barrier of the Human Realm, his gaze flickering slightly.
Although he had not attacked the Human Realm himself, he had still passed down the Three Rule Lords' orders.
As for the orders of the Three Rule Lords, some of his subordinates immediately went to carry them out.
Although he knew that when the barrier of the Human Realm was broken, the entire Human Realm would be unable to escape disaster,
even knowing that such a calamity would befall the Human Realm, he still did not dare explicitly order his subordinates to stop carrying out their commands.
Regarding the many strange aspects of this War of Rules, he also harbored some doubts.
But he did not dare act rashly. If he was not careful, he might become the primary target of the Three Rule Lords.
Regarding the Three Rule Lords' order to capture Human Race martial artists, he had already formed some vague guesses.
The only purpose of capturing ordinary Human Race martial artists was to use them for a blood sacrifice.
After all, the Three Rule Lords had used martial artists for blood sacrifices to open passages more than once.
The three battlefield passages—the Human Realm, the Nether Realm, and the God Realm—had all been opened through blood sacrifices.
All Zhao Hao could do was silently mourn for the many Human Race martial artists who were about to die. He had no way whatsoever to stop the Three Rule Lords.
After all, if they did not capture enough Human Race martial artists for the blood sacrifice, the martial artists from the forces in the void would have to serve as the sacrificial offerings instead.
What Zhao Hao was more curious about at