Hot Potato?

The words drifted away, but no reply came for a long while.

Zhihui's gaze lingered over the young man's face, his brows gradually furrowing.

The topic was indeed pursuit and killing, and what Li Qingshan had asked was exactly what he had just warned him about, but...

At this moment, he could not see the slightest trace of worry or urgency on that face. It was filled with... anticipation and excitement?!

"You brat, what exactly are you looking forward to?"

"Of course, a counter-kill..."

Li Qingshan abruptly shut his mouth and hurriedly shook his head.

"You saw wrong, sir. This isn't anticipation, but worry!"

"Pioneer Constellation No. 269 has only ten Titled Generals. Why are there over a hundred Tenth Order Alien Races within the Netherworld Territory?"

This was not merely changing the subject. He was genuinely worried!

The Tenth Order Alien Races had already ascended Above the Nine Heavens. At present, he truly could not even escape with his life.

With such a vast disparity in top-tier combat strength, unless he perfected a million Myriad Manifestations or even truly broke through to the Ninth Order, any talk of a "counter-kill" would be empty words.

But without venturing deep into the Netherworld's heartland, it would be difficult to find enough Clan Artifacts to devour...

"The number of Tenth Order Alien Races does indeed surpass that of our human race. It is not just Number 269; the other Pioneer Constellations are much the same!"

Zhihui spoke with a faint smile. There was no sorrow in it, only a trace of barely perceptible contempt.

Seeing Li Qingshan's puzzled gaze, he directly raised one finger and pointed at the dome overhead.

"It is very simple, because there was originally no path 'Above the Nine Heavens'!"

"The so-called 'Tenth Order' is merely a false