On the other side of the silver Spatial Gate.
Fang Chen stood at the edge of the void, his gaze piercing the opening portal to settle on the figures of the Devil Race amid the Ruins.
His blue robe stirred slightly in the void. The Floating Immortal Sword lay across his front, Eight-Colored Dao Patterns slowly flowing along its Sword Body.
The myna bird perched on his shoulder, feathers fluffed and eyes darting. Unusually, he made no sound. Power pulsed within him to the rhythm of the Floating Immortal Battle Array, resonating with Fang Chen's aura.
Little Crane crouched in Fang Chen's arms and poked her small head out through his collar. Light flickered in her Nine-Colored Eyes. Fang Chen had already drawn on her power, and the boost from her Spatial Talent poured steadily into his senses.
The Chaos Heart-Devouring Worm took human form and stood behind Fang Chen. Gray eyes fixed on the True Devil Emperors, while the Chaos Demonic Star Vine on the worm's shoulder gently swayed its tender vines.
Great Emperor Huo Li stood beside Fang Chen, sword in hand. A faint trace of the Flame Law flowed along its Sword Body. His gaze was steady as iron, and his voice was grave. "Thirty Seventh-Turn True Devil Emperors and one Eighth Turn True Devil Emperor. We've never faced a force like this!"
Ye Qingci stood on Fang Chen's other side, one slender hand resting lightly on her sword hilt. Dark gold light from the Ruins reflected in her beautiful eyes. Her voice was so soft it seemed to drift in on the wind. "But we aren't who we used to be, either!"
Ye Kong stood at the very back. Chaos Luster flowed across the Mysterious Yellow Battle Armor, which radiated a terrifying aura that could suppress