Fish Bait?

Fangs gleamed with cold light.

His voice brimmed with confidence.

Yet second by second, the rift standing atop the Altar remained utterly unchanged.

The ferocious figure crouched in the Starry Sky, his brows gradually knitting together as impatience crept onto his face.

Beside him, Blood Rot Ancestor Xue Huai waited respectfully, though his heart was filled with helplessness.

Luring and killing the Formless Sky Demon—of course he was willing!

The instant he received the order, countless schemes and plots had already flashed through his mind, ready to wipe away his past humiliation!

Yet there had simply been no time to use them, nor any chance to use them!

Netherworld had personally taken command. With one sweep of his hand, he had instantly overturned all of Xue Huai's plans, personally supervised the construction of the Altar, and hurled a rift straight into the deepest rear of humanity.

It was as though... he had casually cast a fishing line into the Starry Sky, expecting the fish to swim over on its own?

Crude. Far too crude!

There were so many flaws that Xue Huai did not even know where to begin criticizing—and he did not dare voice them aloud.

Now, seeing Netherworld's frown deepen, he could only swallow and carefully remind him:

"Your Excellency, the Evil Horn Ancestral Land was only just destroyed, and now an Eighth-Order Rift has suddenly appeared. With how cunning the Heavenly Demons are, I fear he will not fall for it so easily..."

"Hmm?!"

Netherworld's gaze turned cold. He suddenly whipped his head around and stared at his subordinate with savage ferocity.

"You are a Flesh Kin, raised up by the Divine Lord himself for nine days, yet you have been infected by Beo's Evil Fall habits?"

"Lord Beo?"

Xue Huai was utterly dumbfounded. He truly could