Shen Fan had no idea that the True Devil power within him had led the clan leaders of two Sacred Spirit Races to mistake him for a True Devil—and pin Yin Jiuxuan's and Xiong Gang's deaths on the Abyss Demon Gods.
At that moment, all his attention was focused on what lay beyond the tightly shut, massive Bronze Door.
When Shen Fan pushed open the Bronze Door,
"Buzzz—"
A stir finally arose in the space beyond it.
Clearly, the guarding divine beast, the Chaos Black Tortoise, had vanished so abruptly and completely that the Beast Sacred Spirit Clan experts within the stronghold had sensed something amiss.
Two powerful, savage waves of spiritual sense, bearing the distinctive pressure of Third-Rank True Saints, swept viciously toward Shen Fan like a pair of mountain-cleaving axes.
"Who dares run wild in the Black Abyss!
Who dares offend our Beast Sacred Spirit Clan!"
"Where's the old tortoise?!"
Their spiritual sense seethed with shock, suspicion, and fury.
Shen Fan did not answer.
He simply bore the pressure of the two True Sages and swiftly passed through the bronze gateway.
The view beyond the door opened up before him.
It was a stable space forcibly carved out of the void. Within it, more than a hundred figures with powerful auras stood ready for battle. Leading them were two enormous bears a hundred zhang tall, their muscles knotted and bulging. One had crimson fur, while the other was pure, ink-black.
They were precisely the two Third-Rank True Saints who had just sent out their spiritual sense.
Both also belonged to the Flying Bear Lineage, the main lineage of the Beast Sacred Spirit Clan.
When they saw the scene outside the door clearly, they all froze.
They had imagined countless possibilities. Perhaps their old enemies, the Abyss Demon Gods,