If the Demon Barbarians had only wanted the shadowvoid divine liquid, they merely needed to block Battlefield Canyon with their overwhelming strength. No matter how powerful the fifteen Grand Academicians were, they could never break through a defensive line formed by over a hundred Demon Kings.
Yet the Demon Barbarians had deliberately divided their forces, attacking from both front and rear. Their only possible aim was to kill everyone.
Or rather, to kill Fang Yun!
To the Demon Race, killing Fang Yun mattered even more than obtaining the shadowvoid divine liquid.
Even without the shadowvoid divine liquid, the Demon Barbarians might find a similar divine treasure. But letting Fang Yun live posed an enormous threat to the Demon Realm.
A Metropolitan Graduate whom even Moon Tree Divine Punishment could not kill!
A scholar capable of saint-shocking!
A youth who had brought down the Sacred Way Eight-Faced Sword!
A human who had forced the Demon Realm's three Ancestral Gods to issue a joint divine decree!
Nothing could possibly dissuade the Demon Barbarians from killing Fang Yun.
The numerous Demon Kings and Barbarian Kings ahead and behind closed in on them from both sides.
Grand Academician Guo drew a deep breath and calmly issued his orders.
"Mo Ming, those behind us are yours. Hold them off for twenty breaths! Everyone else, charge straight ahead! Together, we'll carve a bloody path out!"
Of the thirty people present, twenty-nine charged forward, toward the Three Valleys Battlefield.
Only one turned around, traveling against the flow.
He was a Grand Academician dressed in blue, with an unremarkable face and hands far rougher than those of most scholars. A conspicuous black belt was fastened around his waist.
A faint smile appeared on Mo Ming's face as he flew in the opposite direction atop Walking the Blue Clouds.