Who Will Flee?

His words drifted through the void, unhurried and unhurried.

The young man strolled forward as if he had returned to his own home.

Xue Huai's expression stiffened. His arrogant smile froze on his face, and when his gaze met the young man's, a trace of uncertainty appeared in his eyes.

"Formless Sky Demon?"

"Formless Sky Demon?"

Similar cries of shock and suspicion echoed Above the Nine Heavens.

Netherworld widened his blood-red eyes, his face equally filled with doubt.

Although he had previously declared that the Formless Sky Demon would surely step into the Star Abyss again.

That had been before!

Now that even the Blood Rot Ancestral Land was gone, with only the final Eighth-Order Rift remaining, he had never imagined that anyone would still dare to force their way through!

Moreover,

Heavenly Demons were formless. No one had ever seen the true face of the Formless Sky Demon!

Could this human youth truly be the Formless Sky Demon?

He was merely Eighth Order—what gave him the right to remain so calm before Tenth-Order Xue Huai?

The thought flashed through his mind. Netherworld's gaze quietly swept toward Zhihui, who was still stunned across from him, and his face abruptly twisted into a savage expression.

"Formless Sky Demon, die!"

Whether he was or not! So long as he came from the other side, so long as he dared set foot in the heart of Netherworld's territory, he deserved to die!

BOOM!!!

The starry sky shook violently. A dark-red giant claw covered in viscous, ancient bloodlight—as though it carried the wails of countless living beings—ignored the distance and layers of space, stabbing down fiercely from Above the Nine Heavens!

"How dare you!"

Zhihui's furious cry rang out. He instantly snapped out of his daze and extended his withered right hand.

The instant