Su Fan sat cross-legged beside the pond in the Portable Secret Realm, leisurely sipping Spirit Tea.
Over the past few days, the Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Generals stationed around the perimeter had sent back information about the Celestial Race.
Even he had not expected more than a thousand Celestial Race cultivators to form over a hundred teams and surround the location of the blood essence sample from all directions.
Just how much did the Celestial Race look down on him? They actually dared to divide their forces like this.
Were they not afraid he would defeat them one by one?
How could Su Fan have known that the Celestial Race had never taken him, a man from a Lesser World, seriously?
He had been scratching his head over this for the past few days. After all, the Celestial Race had suddenly sent so many people, including more than a hundred Void Refining Stage cultivators.
If they had come from Jiao Xiu Realm, he naturally would not have cared. However, cultivators from a medium-grade world were far stronger than those from a Lesser World.
In truth, Su Fan did not understand much about cultivators from medium-grade worlds either. He had only heard Ancestor Luo Family mention them before.
Following the principle of assuming the enemy was stronger than necessary, he had been this cautious.
Although Su Fan had already broken through to the seventh layer of the Demonic Saint Body Art and his strength had long since become incomparable to what it once was, he still did not dare be careless.
At that moment, a thought from Yaksha reached Su Fan's mind.
"Master, the Ghost Soldiers ahead just sent word. Several Celestial Race teams have already reached the target area..."
"Mm... I know..."
Su Fan sent a message back to Yaksha,