"Wow, so that's the Floating Immortal Saint? He's so handsome!"
When the Dragon Warriors saw Fang Chen, they wanted nothing more than to rush over and give him a hug.
The devils, however, were bewildered. The moment Fang Chen appeared, the Dragon Race experts grew excited, as though someone had injected them with chicken blood.
"Who is that human? Why did all those dragons get so excited when they saw him?"
"No idea!"
The devil experts who had been in the South Sea knew something about Fang Chen, but they had not passed that information to the devils in the East Sea. As a result, none of the devils here recognized him.
While the devil experts were still puzzled, Fang Chen summoned the Floating Immortal Sword and looked up at the battlefield before him.
Across the battlefield, the devils had five Nine Tribulation Demon Saints, while the Dragon Race had three Nine Tribulation Saint Dragons and seven Eight Tribulation Saint Dragons. The two sides were deadlocked, with neither holding the advantage.
Fang Chen saw that Ao Xuan was facing two Nine Tribulation Demon Saints alone. Neither was an ordinary Demon Saint; both were immensely powerful. Even a Black Dragon as strong as Ao Xuan struggled to suppress them.
Fang Chen immediately charged toward Ao Xuan, his powerful Spiritual Sense locking on to one of the Nine Tribulation Demon Saints.
Seeing Fang Chen fly toward him, the Demon Saint flashed a look of disdain and said coldly, "A mere Six-Tribulation Saint dares attack me? You're courting death!"
The Demon Saint blurred into motion and appeared before Fang Chen. His Demon Saber radiated domineering Saber Intent as he slashed at him.
Fang Chen's gaze sharpened. He swung the Floating Immortal Sword at the Demon Saber, meeting its blade head-on.
Clang!
Dazzling light