Chaos!

On the other side of the rift, the Formless Barrier.

"An opportunity? Or a trap?"

The young man stared at the starlight rift, suddenly unable to make up his mind.

His suspicion that it was a "trap" came from instinctive caution; it needed no reason at all.

In fact, if this had happened when the rift first opened, he could have concluded with near absolute certainty that the other side was a trap!

But precisely because of their previous exchanges, he now found himself hesitating.

For no other reason than that it was too masterful!

Compared with the crude, straightforward method from before—opening a rift right in his face and continuously throwing in bait.

This time, an entire month had passed. Just when his impatience had reached its peak, a prisoner had delivered himself to his doorstep.

Moreover, Tai Shang's appearance in the prisoner's memories, the ancestor's roar, the battle at the edge of the ancestral land, and even the reactions of the surrounding clansmen—none of it showed the slightest flaw!

Even this prisoner himself had escaped at the first opportunity only because his fear of Tai Shang ran too deep, and because he had happened to be guarding the edge of the Altar!

"So, am I overthinking it? Or has Netherworld become smarter? Or perhaps... someone on the other side has suddenly been replaced?"

Questions arose one after another as Li Qingshan frowned in thought.

The rift's starlight rippled again, and—three more bedraggled figures rushed out!

"More?"

Li Qingshan's gaze abruptly sharpened. Space seemed to freeze, and the three Blood Rot Tribe members were like insects clamped in an invisible giant hand, instantly dragged before him!

Two were Seventh Order, and one was Eighth Order. Their faces were twisted with terror and despair, in an even worse state than