The Dangerous Plaza

Chu Han swept his gaze over the edge of the plaza, a flicker of understanding crossing his eyes.

By now, human and Insect Race powerhouses packed the plaza's perimeter. Tens of thousands of formidable auras intertwined and clashed, with killing intent lurking beneath.

No one dared set so much as half a foot inside the plaza. Everyone stopped at its edge, their expressions grave and wary.

Many still bore unhealed injuries. Clearly, they had already suffered grievously in this plaza and knew its dangers well.

This plaza clearly concealed unknown restrictions and terrifying trials. It was nothing like the tranquil scene it presented; anyone who charged in recklessly was certain to die.

Chu Han did not rush to act. His expression remained calm as he quietly slipped into the crowd of human powerhouses, lying low and observing.

Behind the stone platform, a steady stream of survivors arrived, gathering along the plaza's edge.

Eventually, all the powerhouses dragged into the underground Ruins by the Secret Realm's collapse had assembled.

Their numbers had already surpassed fifty thousand, and not one was weak. Even the weakest stood in the Star Domain Realm.

Across the Extraterrestrial Battlefield, they would have constituted an utterly terrifying torrent of elite fighting power.

Yet among those fifty-odd thousand Star Domain powerhouses, Chu Han alone remained in the Star Sea Realm, seeming both insignificant and conspicuously out of place.

Just as the atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive and the standoff tightened to breaking point—

Three terrifying auras, chilling, domineering, and fierce to the extreme, suddenly locked onto Chu Han from deep within the Insect Race camp!

Those three auras targeted him with absolute precision, their bone-piercing killing intent utterly unconcealed.

Chu Han's mind tensed. His Seventh Realm spiritual power instantly spread out to investigate, pinpointing their source in an instant.