"He's here, City Lord Du," Chen Yang declared as he extended a respectful bow.

For this occasion, Du Qingyang had put on a brand new red robe, and he gave Chen Yang an authoritative nod.

Among the three captains, the bald man strode forward before shoving Han Li onto the stone platform, forcing him into an indentation at the center of the platform.

As soon as Han Li set foot into the indentation, he immediately felt a sticky sensation beneath his feet, and he looked down to discover some type of sticky black substance inside the indentation, looking much like black blood plasma that had accumulated over a long period of time.

Despite how sticky the substance was, it was only giving off a faint odor.

"Enter the array," Du Qingyang ordered with a serious expression.

Chen Yang and the captains instantly flew into the array, while Du Qingyang himself made his way onto the stone platform, then sat down with his legs crossed in another indentation across from Han Li.

Han Li's expression...