He woke Little Crane. Little Crane crawled out of Fang Chen's arms, glanced around, and her eyes brightened. "Master, have we left the Spatial Storm?"
Fang Chen nodded. "Yes. Tell Senior Huo Li and the others that we've left the Spatial Storm and that I'm now on the God Race Continent!"
"Okay!"
Little Crane answered and immediately passed the news to the Fire Glazed Saint, the Myna bird, and the others.
"The God Race Continent?"
Quasi-Emperor Huo Li, the Myna bird, and the Chaos Heart-Devouring Worm were all surprised. None of them had expected Fang Chen to be swept from the Demon Race Continent to the God Race Continent by the Spatial Storm.
Quasi-Emperor Huo Li asked Little Crane, "What about Fang Chen? Is he all right?"
Little Crane answered at once, "Master is fine. He isn't hurt!"
"That's good!"
Quasi-Emperor Huo Li breathed a sigh of relief, then told Little Crane, "Tell Fang Chen that although there's no bad blood between the Human Race and the God Race, he mustn't let his guard down. He should be prepared in case the God Race moves against him!"
"Mm!"
Little Crane nodded and immediately relayed Quasi-Emperor Huo Li's words to Fang Chen.
After hearing the message, Fang Chen said, "Little Crane, tell Senior Huo Li not to worry. My strength has grown tremendously over the hundred years I spent drifting through the Spatial Storm. Even if the God Race's experts want to kill me, it won't be easy!"
For the past hundred years, Fang Chen had kept the Floating Immortal Sword wedged against the Black Stone. As the storm battered the sword, he had been able to absorb energy through the Floating Immortal Ring without end.
Over those hundred years, Fang Chen's strength had risen enormously.
If the God Race treated