The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

Just as everyone, their eyes red with anger, was about to grit their teeth, turn around, take one last look at the Three Bluebirds, and fight their way out—

Suddenly, Qin Xiaoyu abruptly raised her head, pointed towards the sky, her voice trembling with extreme shock and disbelief, and cried out, "Look! What's that! The sky!"

Something like that appeared in the sky, floating in the air. Qin Xiaoyu was the first to see it; she pointed in that direction, her voice trembling.

Everyone looked up.

A crack-like thing appeared in the air, which shocked everyone. It looked like someone had cut a hole in a curtain with a knife, or like a crack appeared in the middle of a piece of white paper. But this scene appeared in the air.

The crack grew larger and larger, expanding from an arm's length to ten feet, then to ten feet, forming an archway with flowing dark golden light around its edges. On the other side of the archway lay an even deeper darkness.

Inside the door was a chaotic darkness, obscuring the view, yet a faint, vast, and seemingly ancient, overwhelming pressure emanated from within.

The people on the ground were completely stunned, their minds went blank, and they even forgot to breathe.

Spatial rift, spatial arch?

This is completely beyond their comprehension, beyond science, beyond ancient martial arts, beyond everything known.

This is a method that only exists in myths and legends, and only in the stories of gods!

Both the Taotie and the Three Bluebirds were drawn to the crack in the sky.

The first thing to appear was a foot.

Wearing a pair of ordinary white casual shoes, a common style that can be seen everywhere, without any special light or decoration, extremely mundane, so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary.

Then, her long, slender legs and crisp trousers stepped out slowly.

Then, with his second foot, he stepped out of the spatial archway.

A tall, upright male figure appeared completely beneath the spatial archway, without wings or any support, hovering in the sky.

He was wearing a simple light gray thin jacket, the zipper undone, revealing a white T-shirt and black casual pants underneath. His hands were casually in his pockets, without any extra movements.

His gaze was calm, as if he were just taking a stroll and watching the excitement. There was no dazzling divine light. He simply stood quietly in the air, his eyes lowered, looking down at the Taotie King below.

"Wow. Holy crap. Holy crap. Holy crap." Several voices exploded almost simultaneously.

Qin Xiaoyu jumped up excitedly, tears instantly welling up in her eyes. Her voice trembled as she frantically shouted, "The God has come! We're saved! The God has come to save us!"

Ying Wenjie, who had been slumped on the ground, suddenly scrambled to his feet, flailing his arms and legs, crying like a child, repeatedly chanting, "He's here! He's really here! I knew it! I knew he would come!"

Wu Qingya and several members of the Special Affairs Bureau were also trembling, clenching their fists, their eyes filled with respect and excitement.

Hearing the exclamations from the ground, Chen Hao, who was in the air, turned his head slightly and swept his indifferent gaze over the crowd. He didn't say anything, but simply nodded slightly as a greeting.

With just a glance and a nod, the people who had just been in utter despair instantly felt at ease, as if this person would be there to support them even if the sky were to fall.

The three bluebirds let out a joyful cry. The Gluttonous King's expression turned ferocious, ten times angrier than when it first saw the three bluebirds. It pointed at Chen Hao, and from that human face uttered a hoarse voice—this time, everyone could understand it—

"Chen Hao. It's you again."

One sentence left all the professors and team members on the ground, who were completely bewildered, frozen in place, their faces filled with shock, exchanging bewildered glances.

This terrifying Taotie King actually knows this mysterious man standing in mid-air?

Moreover, his tone was filled with deep-seated hatred!

Countless questions arose wildly in everyone's minds, but no one dared to make a sound. They could only hold their breath and quietly watch the standoff in the air, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Chen Hao, suspended in the air, remained unmoved by the furious roar of the Taotie King and its deep-seated hatred. His expression remained indifferent, his eyes calm and undisturbed, and he didn't even furrow his brow.

He hovered there quietly, his hands still in his pockets, making no move, speaking no words, and not even releasing a trace of his aura.

Above the sky, the King of Taotie moved. It roared and conjured a dark red fireball in each of its hands, three times larger than the one that had destroyed the camp. The fireballs danced in its palms, their surfaces shimmering with a magma-like luster, and the surrounding air was scorched and distorted.

Without hesitation, it pushed out with both palms, sending two fireballs hurtling towards Chen Hao from the left and right.

At the same time, it opened its huge mouth, and a dark red light surged from the depths of its throat—not a fireball, but a dragon's breath, which burst forth from the depths of its throat with the momentum to destroy everything, and rushed straight at Chen Hao's face from the front, attacking from three sides.

Chen Hao didn't even lift his eyelids. He extended his right hand, his thumb and middle finger gently pinching together as if picking up a sesame seed. There were no incantations, no hand gestures, and no superfluous opening moves.

A faint golden light, as thin as a cicada's wing, enveloped him. The fireball struck it, shattering into countless sparks that dissipated in the wind, like an egg hitting a stone.

The breath struck, like a column of water hitting a reef, splitting in the middle and pouring out to both sides, landing in the mountains and forests behind, setting the trees ablaze and melting the rocks.

The King of Gluttons' pupils contracted sharply. Without hesitation, it roared and propelled itself forward with all four legs, its entire body hurtling towards Chen Hao like a black meteorite.

Its right claw was outstretched in the air, its five claws protruding from its flesh, each like a scimitar, gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light in the moonlight. This claw carried with it thousands of years of resentment and bitterness.

Before the claws even arrived, the fierce claw wind had already swept through the entire mountain forest, blowing away all the rubble on the ground. Everyone felt a stinging pain in their cheeks and instinctively closed their eyes.

boom--! ! !

A deafening roar exploded in mid-air!

A deafening roar exploded in the sky, like two mountains colliding, the sound waves rolling down and rustling the leaves in the forest. The right claw of the Gluttonous King stopped less than a foot in front of Chen Hao's chest, blocked by a thin layer of golden light.

It pushed forward with all its might, its claws cracking and splitting, but the golden light remained unmoved. It roared and took a few steps back.

Its massive, indestructible body, seven or eight meters tall, froze instantly. The surging black evil energy around it shattered and dissipated completely, leaving not a trace behind!

The rage, madness, and murderous intent on its face froze instantly, replaced by utter disbelief.