Fang Chen was an orphan. To him, it was the friends he had made in the Glazed Sword Sect who gave him the drive to keep going.
Now that Fang Chen had grown stronger, he could not charge ahead alone. He had to bring the people of the Glazed Sword Sect forward with him. It was harder work, but it left him feeling grounded. Only then did he feel that being alive meant something.
The Devil Race experts did not dare enter the Shadow Blood Scale Bees' territory. They stood at its edge, silently watching.
Three hours later, the black mist in the Shadow Blood Scale Bees' territory finally dispersed. The Devil Race experts stared in shock at what lay inside: many of the Shadow Blood Scale Bees' nests were gone, and all the missing ones were among the larger nests.
"What on earth happened here?"
"Who could have taken away these Shadow Blood Scale Bee nests?"
The Devil Race experts were stunned by the sight.
"Woooo..."
Just then, a series of shrill horn blasts rang out from the camp.
At the sound, the Devil Race experts' expressions changed sharply.
"Something's happened at the camp!"
They immediately flew back toward it.
When they arrived, they found the camp in chaos.
"What happened?"
The Devil Race Cultivators who had just returned questioned their companions in the camp.
"Something terrible! I just heard that every treasure in every Treasure Vault in our camp is gone. Even the experts guarding them have vanished. They didn't leave so much as a pebble behind. The vaults are stripped bare!"
"What? Every Treasure Vault was robbed?"
"And the people inside are missing too?"
"How is that possible?"
The Devil Race experts who had just returned looked at their companions in disbelief.
"I thought it was impossible