The commanders of the other camps were shocked and furious when they heard the news. When Camp Number Nine had been robbed, none of them had taken it seriously. They had all assumed it happened because the camp had let down its guard. Yet before long, Camp Number Twenty-One had been robbed too.
Now the commanders of the Devil Race camps feared they might be next. None of them knew when the mysterious thief would visit their own camp.
The camp commanders began discussing how to deal with the threat.
By then, Little Crane had carried Fang Chen and the others far from Camp Number Twenty-One.
Fang Chen immediately said to Little Crane, "Let's go to Camp Number Seventeen. We've already made our move, so there's no need to hold back against the Devil Race. We might as well take these treasures!"
"Okay!"
Little Crane answered and carried everyone toward the Devil Race's Camp Number Seventeen.
Meanwhile, the Sky-Rending Demon Saint, the Heavenly Spider Demon Saint, and the Bone-Corroding Demon Saint stood at the entrance to Camp Number Nine. Behind them, a large number of powerful Devil Race members stood in orderly ranks, seemingly waiting for someone.
A short while later, a streak of light flew toward the camp and reached the sky above it in the blink of an eye. It was a jujube-pit-shaped White Shuttle.
"Bzz, bzz, bzz..."
The White Shuttle's hatch opened, and three figures emerged. The man in the middle stood tall and straight. His hair and eyebrows were white, as were his Battle Armor and even the wings on his back. He had a long, lean face, a high-bridged nose, and bright blue eyes. He was strikingly handsome. Behind him followed two Devil Race women with bewitching faces. Their tight black Battle Armor showed off