"If I had the Floating Immortal Fellow Daoist's strength, I certainly wouldn't show those devils any mercy!"
"Exactly. We're enemies either way!"
The Saints of the Star Sect couldn't help speaking up. They hated the Devil Race: many of their fellow Saints had died at its hands. If they hadn't been lucky enough to meet Fang Chen here, they might all have died too.
The Black Flame Saint walked up to Fang Chen and asked, "Fang Chen, do you really intend to attack the Devil Race's camp?"
Fang Chen looked at him. "I'll have to take a look at their camp first. If the circumstances allow it, I'll strike. If it's too strong, I won't."
The Black Flame Saint nodded slightly. He knew that with Fang Chen's current strength, Fang Chen should be safe on the Sacred Land unless he encountered a Quasi-Emperor-level enemy. Still, he couldn't help warning him. "Fang Chen, strong as you are, don't let your guard down. This is the Sacred Land. Danger lies everywhere. Sometimes it isn't a cultivator or a Sacred Beast that takes your life, but a Spatial Storm or a Formation left behind in Ancient ruins!"
Fang Chen nodded. "Don't worry, Uncle-Master Black Flame. I'll be careful!"
Chen Xiaofei came over with a grin. "Junior Uncle-Master, can you take us along?"
Just then, Azure Cloud walked over, grabbed Chen Xiaofei by the ear, and hauled him up. "With your strength? Are you going along to get yourself killed?"
"Ow! Master, Master, go easy! I was only joking with Junior Uncle-Master!"
Chen Xiaofei immediately begged the Azure Cloud Saint for mercy.
The Azure Cloud Saint released him, then said to Fang Chen, "Fang Chen, take care!"
Fang Chen nodded slightly. "Uncle-Master Black Flame, Senior Brother Azure Cloud, let's go. The Devil Race already