The Order Demon Emperor sat on the raised platform. His Gray-White pupils swept over the fifty Seventh-Turn True Devil Emperors below, then settled on the warped Spacetime Membrane in the distance.
His gaze finally came to rest on the Chaos Star Core deep within the Dark Red Orb. Greed flashed in his eyes, only to be swiftly replaced by coldness.
That Chaos Star Core was the Devil Race's greatest prize from the Ancient Region.
It was worth far more than a Forward Base.
As long as they had it, the Devil Race could draw a steady stream of Chaos Origin from it to keep the Teleportation Array running. They could even use it to cultivate stronger warriors.
"Pass down my orders!"
The Order Demon Emperor's voice was hoarse and calm, like sandpaper scraping against stone, yet it carried an authority no one could question.
"Heighten security. Double every Patrol Team, keep the Detection Formation running day and night, and report any anomaly at once!"
"Yes!"
Below the platform, a Seventh-Turn True Devil Emperor bowed to receive his orders, then turned and left.
The Order Demon Emperor looked once more toward the warped Spacetime Membrane in the distance. A cold gleam flashed through his Gray-White pupils.
"Fang Chen!"
He murmured the name so softly it sounded as though he were speaking to himself.
"Let's see just how capable you really are!"
At the outskirts of the Star Core Graveyard.
Little Crane moved slowly through a rift in the Void.
Her form had become completely transparent, shifting from substance to shadow, then from shadow to nothing as she projected herself into a deeper dimension of the Void.
In that dimension, the Spatial Structure was dangerously unstable. One careless move could sweep her into the Void Turbulence and leave her lost forever.
But