In the days that followed, Shen Fan shuttled between the Black Armored Army and the Water Origin Spirit Race's counterattack force.
Most of the time, however, he stayed with the Black Armored Army. Once, while among the Water Origin Spirit Race's counterattack force, he had sensed the aura of a Fifth-Rank Sacred Ancestor!
And not just any Fifth-Rank Sacred Ancestor—this one was at least in the middle or late stages.
Though Shen Fan was confident in his ability to use Sacred Heart, he didn't want to take any risks.
So, little by little, he reduced the number of times he infiltrated the Water Origin Spirit Race's counterattack force.
But he never stopped gathering intelligence about the army.
After all, he was also a captain in the Black Armored Army and an ally of the Water Origin Spirit Race. Getting his hands on some of their intelligence wasn't difficult.
Half a month later, Shen Fan was cultivating in his tent.
Suddenly, the ground began to tremble faintly.
It wasn't his imagination.
Every vessel in the camp vibrated with a humming sound.
Shen Fan stepped out of his tent.
The distant horizon was consumed by a bloody red glow and a blinding white light.
Countless beams of spellcraft shot into the sky, illuminating it like daylight.
A muffled roar, like distant thunder rolling, came from beyond the horizon.
The sound traveled across the vast distance, carrying an aura that seemed to destroy everything in its path.
"The battle's begun!"
"It's in the direction of the Water Origin Spirit Race!"
"What a commotion! They're going to fight those bastards from the Abyss Ruins to the death!"
Warriors poured out of their tents, gazing toward the distant battlefield with shock and excitement on their faces.
Li Yan and Wang Hu hurried over to Shen