The three Ancient Demon Kings actually stopped when they saw Fang Yun awaken. Given a moment to breathe, the Grand Academicians immediately strengthened their defenses and looked toward him. Faint delight appeared on their faces, but sorrow lingered in their eyes.
"Fang Yun, release Wu Chang!" the Ancient Elephant King said.
"If you release him, we might give you a chance. After all, you belong to the Hundred Emperors Tribe and stand atop the Summit of Myriad Stars," the Ancient Ape King said.
The Ancient Tiger King's sharp claws slid lightly across the ground, leaving shallow marks with a long hiss. His eyes shone like lamps, making no attempt to conceal his murderous intent or his threat.
Fang Yun's gaze swept over the Ancient Demon treasures on the three Ancient Demon Kings. Now that they had put them on, he could only weaken them with the Fu Yue Clan's abilities, not force them to take them off.
Fang Yun did his utmost to hide his mental and physical exhaustion. He looked at the nine Grand Academicians still standing and said, "My literary qi has recovered, and I'm feeling a little better mentally. How is the battle going? What are our chances of escaping?"
The nine Grand Academicians looked at Fang Yun, but not one spoke.
Fang Yun paused, then sighed softly. Yes, they could hardly tell me our chances of escaping are zero.
"Then how is the battle going? Can we still not hurt them?" Fang Yun frowned at the three Demon Kings. Their bodies bore many traces of newly regrown flesh, but they had suffered no serious harm. Their blood qi remained abundant; lasting another two hours would be no problem.
Wei Huangan said helplessly, "No, not at all! We've even all used Jade-Blooded Loyalty and Sage Pages to