Although what had happened at Camp Number Nine was real, the commanders of the other camps still found it hard to believe. How could anyone slip into a Devil Race camp without a soul noticing, then empty its Treasure Vaults right under the noses of so many powerful devils?
Besides the stolen treasures, the devils guarding them had vanished too.
The commanders of the Devil Race camps could scarcely believe it, but they immediately ordered tighter security around their Treasure Vaults.
Only the commanders of the Devil Race camps across the Sacred Land knew the news. It was too shocking to let spread.
A day later, Little Crane brought Fang Chen and the others safely to Camp Number Twenty-Three.
Camp Number Twenty-Three stood atop an abandoned Ancient City. Azure Rock lay scattered throughout its Ruins, so hard that only someone in the Saint Realm could break it.
Building a camp on those Ruins had saved the Devil Race both time and effort.
"What is that? An entire city?"
Inside Little Crane, the Glazed Sword Sect Disciples stared at the enormous city in shock.
Powerful devils riding Sacred Beasts streamed out of the city, while others flew back in on their mounts.
Houses stretched as far as the eye could see. Crowds thronged the streets, and the city bustled with life.
The Glazed Sword Sect Disciples had never expected to see a city so vast in the Sacred Land.
Seeing their astonished faces, Fang Chen smiled faintly. "This city is Camp Number Twenty-Three. The Devil Race has at least a hundred more camps of this size across the Sacred Land!"
"A hundred more camps like this?"
Shock spread across the disciples' faces.
Myna bird had found this information in Demon Saint Tongyun's memories and told only Fang Chen. The rest of