An invisible, mighty power descended, instantly forcing aside the seawater within ten li. Then the world darkened, and black clouds churned overhead.
Whooo...
The fierce wind wailed, weeping and pleading. Yellow sand swept across the sky, forming a powerful sandstorm.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Within the yellow sand, flying stones shot like arrows.
"Run!" Mo Yao and Tang Jianqiu fled for their lives, enveloped in Protective War Poetry. Flying sand struck their barriers with the thudding sound of arrows hitting shields.
Suddenly, a stone the size of a thumb pad flew toward them, silently pierced the Protective War Poetry, and struck Mo Yao's left shoulder with a crack.
"Aah..."
Caught unprepared, Mo Yao screamed and staggered backward. Looking down, he saw that the tiny stone had punched straight through his shoulder. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bloodstained stone still flying behind him.
Cold sweat poured off Mo Yao. Although human bodies were weaker than those of Demon Barbarians, a Grand Academician's body, nourished by literary qi, far surpassed an ordinary person's. With dragon-pattern rice as well, Grand Academicians of the Bloodmang Ancient Land had bodies far stronger than Demon Soldiers, approaching those of Demon Generals.
Yet doubt arose in Mo Yao's mind. The flying stone had not been particularly fast. It should never have pierced his body unless it possessed some extraordinary property of War Poetry.
The two lines, "Through a hundred battles in yellow sands, our golden armor wears through; until we break Loulan, we shall never return," immediately surfaced in Mo Yao's mind. He realized that "through" and "break" might be the essence of the entire poem.
"Hanlin War Poetry at the third realm is equivalent to Great-Scholar War Poetry. We're only caught in the aftershocks here, and they're already this terrifying. Those three