Shen Fan's mind sent out a wisp.
Like an invisible thread, it crossed the Weeping Blood Stone Plain, gradually shrouded in demonic qi, and stretched toward the distant, boiling battlefield.
The scene of the battle surfaced clearly in his perception.
Two hundred thousand elite warriors of the Water Origin Spirit Race formed a blue tide of fury.
Over a hundred True Ancestors, including several Sixth Grade Sacred Ancestors, were the brightest stars atop the waves.
Spiritual light surged around them. Every time they struck, they took down swathes of Abyss Demon Gods.
Water-blue Dao Fruit Power clashed violently with the Demon Gods' pitch-black demonic qi.
Frost froze the earth.
Steam billowed and spread.
The black tide formed by the Abyss Demon Gods was being steadily pushed back by the blue waves of fury.
The cries of battle, roars, and thunderous bursts of Spiritual Energy intertwined into a grand symphony of war.
The scales of victory seemed to be tipping toward the Water Origin Spirit Race.
However, to Shen Fan's perception, everything seemed deeply abnormal.
After all, even now, he hadn't seen a single Great Demonic God from the Abyss Ruins!
Those Great Demonic Gods, whose strength matched or even surpassed theirs, hadn't appeared on the battlefield at all.
Shen Fan didn't believe that these normally bloodthirsty Great Demonic Gods would cower like turtles at a time like this.
When things defied all reason, something sinister was at work. The Abyss Ruins' side was surely brewing some great terror!
Unfortunately, this had nothing to do with an ordinary Black Armored Army squad leader like Shen Fan. He merely watched in silence.
About the time it took an incense stick to burn passed. Just then,
the demonic qi at the far end of the battlefield changed.
The boundless stretch of black was