East Wind!

"Old Fox, you're still putting on an act!!!"

Netherworld's fury intensified, blood-red flames igniting in his eyes as he glared viciously over.

Yet at this moment, Zhihui had no mind to spare for him.

The old man rubbed his forehead with a headache, lightly pinching the space between his brows. At the same time, his gaze quietly dropped from the High Heavens' descending blood-colored starry sky toward a void—the former location of the Blood Rot Ancestral Land!

His eyes focused on a bare Eighth-Order Rift, and the corners of his mouth could not help twitching.

Just now, he had been worried that Netherworld would discover his plan ahead of time. Yet now, a "Hidden Hand" had suddenly appeared?

With the previous incident and the rift before his eyes, what "Hidden Hand" referred to was already self-evident.

After carefully confirming the emptiness of the Blood Rot Ancestral Land and the rage on Netherworld's face...

"Fine, I'll come clean."

Zhihui suddenly spread both hands, revealing a frank smile.

"I was the one who laid down the 'Hidden Hand.' What are you going to do about it?"

"Heh... heh... heh..."

The laughter emerged in broken bursts, one syllable at a time from his throat.

Netherworld's savage face reddened and burned, his brows and eyes filled with boundless rage as he said darkly:

"With the World Gate Iron Rule in place, I truly cannot kill a Formless Sky Demon like you, but..."

"Tai Shang, I will kill without fail!" Netherworld's gaze suddenly turned ruthless.

"Old Fox, you're staying here for no reason other than to hold me back!"

"But don't forget, I still have over a hundred Tenth Order subordinates!"

As he spoke, he raised a hand and pointed below, a cold smile curling across his lips.

"Without the Astral Storm causing trouble, do