Immortal of the Nine Realms

Shi Zhan's expression grew increasingly grim. "Do we have any means of transmission? Old Fei should have one."

Seeing this, Fang Chen's divine soul exited his body, drifting straight into the main military tent. Inside, Old Fei was standing before Wang Chongsong with a thoroughly respectful and deferential look on his face. Gone was any trace of the casual, laughing demeanor from earlier. This was completely unlike a meeting between old friends. It looked exactly like a subordinate reporting to a superior.

A flash of amusement appeared in Old Fei's eyes. "Lord, will they really take the bait this time?"

Wang Chongsong smiled faintly, "The rabble have already sneaked up the mountain, which indicates they have already fallen for it. Even if they are still testing the waters, it matters not. As long as they feel there is an opportunity to exploit, they will inevitably show themselves."

Fang Chen's interest was piqued. Frowning, he scrutinized Wang Chongsong, only now discerning a few clues. Wang Chongsong's cultivation was by no means as simple as it appeared on the surface and was at least at the ninth transformation.

To be able to keep me from noticing for a while, his skills in concealing his aura are certainly not weak, and his own cultivation must not be weak either. Has he reached the Ancient Immortal Realm?

Thinking of that, a complexity colored Fang Chen's gaze. That old schemer was still an old schemer, even in his youth.

From the dialogue between the two, it was clear that Wang Chongsong had arrived here today with only one objective—to fish.

The Great Mang Warzone should be one of the lowest-level war zones. To come to a place like this to fish would seem entirely impossible to outsiders. Yet, the more unlikely it seems, the more effective it is. He isn't fishing for the divinity users of the Flame Race, but rather for the traitor within his own ranks...

Fang Chen let out a sigh of relief in his heart, while also feeling a bit curious. Returning his divine soul to his body, he saw Shi Zhan constantly scanning their surroundings with a vigilant expression.

"Let's return to the camp first. As for the Flame Race, we will respond to their moves according to the situation."

Shi Zhan sighed. "That's all we can do."

The two of them swiftly made their way back to the camp and reported what they had encountered. Shi Zhan discovered that before the higher-ups could even take action, countless Flame Race divinity users had already surged in from all directions. Riding their demonic beast slave mounts, they surrounded the entire camp with an absolutely overwhelming posture.

By that time, even though the divinity users in the camp had noticed the situation, it was already too late to take any other countermeasures. They could only form battle formations to face the enemy.

Several veteran soldiers muttered, filled with shock and uncertainty.

"Why have so many Flame Race divinity users snuck into this place!?"

"Are all the sentries outside dead?"

"This number is just too massive. I've been stationed at North Wind Ridge for over a hundred years, yet I've never seen the enemy deploy so many troops to attack this place. It shouldn't be worth it at all."

The mineral veins of North Wind Ridge were simply not worth the enemy deploying so many forces. The Flame Race's military strength in this sector was not infinite, which meant that the presence of such a massive force here naturally implied that other locations had been left vulnerable. Could the enemy truly be devoid of any fear that the Luoxue Alliance might exploit this vacuum to launch an infiltration?

A robust and strapping Flame Race divinity user, seated upon the back of a white elephant, slowly emerged from the crowd. He called out with a loud laugh toward the direction of the military tent. "Old Fei, stop hiding inside your tent. Come out and meet me. You and I have fought for so many years. It is finally time to bring things to a conclusion."

Everyone was shocked to discover that the aura of this white elephant was actually not a single bit weaker than a Third Awakening Realm.

Shi Zhan muttered to himself, "Didn't Old Fei say that the strength of North Wind Ridge was on par with the opponent? Why is it that the leader of the Flame Race even has such a remarkable mount under his command? Since when did they attach so much importance to North Wind Ridge?"

At the same time, Old Fei and Wang Chongsong emerged together from the military tent. Upon seeing that, the companions Wang Chongsong had brought along swiftly congregated around his side, casting vigilant glares toward the enemy leader.

Old Fei looked at the opponent with a half-smile. "Wu Xingzhi, what is the meaning of this? Bringing so many people to attack North Wind Ridge. Are you not afraid of suffering massive losses in other areas?"

The moment he showed his face, the supernatural ability users in the camp all let out a collective sigh of relief. No matter the circumstances, their side still had a Dao Fusion divinity holding the fort. It would not be an easy feat for the opponent to capture this place in a short amount of time. As long as they could stall for a certain period, reinforcements would be bound to arrive!

Wu Xingzhi returned a grin. "Suffering losses in other areas? Old Fei, you probably aren't aware yet, but I received orders from the higher-ups to launch an all-out assault on the Damang Warzone. Consequently, I already stockpiled a massive wave of military forces years ago. Right now, it is not just North Wind Ridge. Every stronghold garrisoned under Commander Weng Lang is currently facing a fierce offensive from my Flame Race."

An obsidian-colored longbow suddenly materialized in Wu Xingzhi's grip. He didn't pause and drew the bowstring, aiming directly at Old Fei. A black arrow materialized out of thin air, and a destructive aura rippled outward like water wavelets, sweeping across all directions. Every single divinity user present felt their hearts race in sheer terror from this aura, feeling as though their skin was experiencing a prickling sensation akin to static electricity!

Fang Chen's interest was piqued.

This artifact should have reached the standard of an ordinary Spiritual Treasure.

He sensed a trace of spiritual animation from that bow, indicating that it had developed spiritual sentience. For a Dao Fusion Divinity, who was merely equivalent to a cultivator at the Ascension Realm, to be able to wield a Spiritual Treasure was a telling sign. Firstly, it illustrated that the foundation and heritage of the Flame Race were frighteningly robust. Secondly, it proved that the opponent had indeed come fully prepared this time. This bow was highly likely something that Wu Xingzhi had obtained only recently. Otherwise, the mineral veins of North Wind Ridge would have fallen into the hands of the Flame Race long ago.

Old Fei wore a face full of astonishment and shock. "A Spiritual Treasure? You aren't even in the ninth transformation! How can you possess a Spiritual Treasure!?"

"It's over, we're done for." Shi Zhan's expression turned dismal, a look of despair surfacing within his eyes. "A Spiritual Treasure is a weapon of mass destruction that only ninth-transformation experts are qualified to possess. For it to appear in this person's hands right now indicates that they are absolutely determined to win this battle. The Flame Race in the Damang Warzone might have just received several more ninth-transformation commanders as reinforcements."

"Why do you say that? How can you conclude that several more Flame Race ninth-transformation cultivators have arrived here?"

Shi Zhan's face was deathly pale as he explained, "I heard before that the Flame Race's heritage is too profound, to the extent that they even equip ninth-transformation experts in major war zones with Spiritual Treasures. However, a single Spiritual Treasure requires the approval of at least four ninth-transformation experts before it can be deployed. Prior to that, they would only be stationed to guard exceptionally important locations. The level of the Great Mang War Zone should not be high enough. The appearance of a Spiritual Treasure can only mean that ninth-transformation powerhouses have arrived here from higher-level war zones."

A Spiritual Treasure like this was something Old Fei absolutely could not block. Even if Commander Weng Lang himself came, he might still be repelled by Wu Xingzhi. The divinity users present today would probably all have to leave their lives here. The strength of the two sides was completely askew!

He couldn't understand what right the Great Mang War Zone had to make the enemy deploy a Spiritual Treasure, along with several ninth-transformation powerhouses.

"Old Fei, have a safe journey."

Wu Xingzhi released his grip on the bowstring. In just a fraction of a second, the black arrow shot toward Old Fei at an incredibly high speed. Although its target was Old Fei, there was absolutely no reason for anyone standing near Old Fei to survive either.

Seeing that, the astonishment on Old Fei's face faded, replaced by an immense calmness.

Wu Xingzhi noticed a trace of anomaly. In the next instant, the black arrow was caught right between Wang Chongsong's fingers. With just a light squeeze of his hand, it turned into a cloud of black mist and slowly dissipated.

Everyone was instantly rooted to the spot in daze. Not only were Shi Zhan and the others stunned, but even the divinity users brought by Wu Xingzhi were completely dumbfounded.