Although the Floating Immortal Great Array was powerful, that did not mean those sheltering inside it were absolutely safe. Spatial Storms in some parts of the Sacred Land were terrifying enough to tear apart Quasi-Emperors and even Great Emperors, let alone the Floating Immortal Great Array.
Fang Chen flew back into the Floating Immortal Great Array. Seeing everyone gaze at him with admiration, he cupped his hands and gave a slight bow. "Thank you all for your generous help. Now that the Floating Immortal Great Array has been strengthened, it's much more powerful than before. Let's leave and find somewhere with richer Spiritual Qi and more stable space for everyone to settle for the time being. Then I'll take a stroll through the Devil Race's camps!"
"Hahaha, no need to thank us, Floating Immortal Fellow Daoist. We only donated a few worn-out Magic Treasures. We all rely on the Floating Immortal Great Array for protection, so making it stronger makes us safer. We were helping ourselves!"
"Exactly!"
Everyone nodded.
With a wave of his hand, Fang Chen put away the Floating Immortal Great Array. He looked around but saw no sign of Little Crane. Frowning slightly, he activated the Spirit Sword Talisman and tried to send a message. "Little Crane, Little Crane, can you hear me?"
"Master, is something wrong?"
Little Crane's voice immediately sounded in Fang Chen's mind, but it was a little hoarse and kept breaking up. The Sacred Land's harsh spatial environment was probably interfering with it.
Fang Chen frowned slightly and spoke through the Spirit Sword Talisman. "Little Crane, I've finished upgrading the Floating Immortal Great Array. I'm ready to make a move against the Devil Race's camps. Have you found any?"
"Yes. I found seven Devil Race camps in all!"
Little Crane answered at once.