The spatial trap rune shattered, rapidly forming a twisted black hole.
Song Hao was instantly swept inside by a powerful force of suction. He felt himself plummeting and tumbling at incredible speed.
He had no idea how long the process lasted. A dazzling white light flashed before his eyes, and then everything fell silent.
He realized he had arrived in a completely unfamiliar place.
Dense fog filled the surroundings. Strange silhouettes loomed indistinctly through it, resembling natural mountains and rivers, yet also man-made structures, as if he had entered a mysterious space in another dimension.
He looked up and saw a huge, swirling black hole overhead.
Figures of light kept emerging from the black hole, falling beside him and coalescing into the forms of foreign races.
But some of the figures were crushed into clouds of blood by an invisible force before they even landed, then vanished into the air.
There was no doubt that these figures were living beings who had entered this rule-game space after triggering the trap, but they seemed to be receiving three different kinds of treatment.
"Guidance, what's going on?"
In response, the Guidance Avatar floating beside Song Hao replied with a lazy expression:
[It's simple. The rule game obviously requires a certain level of intelligence to play. In the eyes of the Council of the Underworld, the beings transported here after triggering the trap fall into three categories: intelligent, unintelligent, and not to be messed with.] [Intelligent beings like you are transported into the game space. Unintelligent beings are crushed directly into Qi and Blood energy and turned into game prizes. As for the ones not to be messed with, they're sent back where they came from...]
As it spoke, Guidance pointed toward a figure of light in the distance that had