A Holy-Son Demon Marquis spotted Fang Yun, and his eyes instantly filled with crimson blood qi.
His younger brother had died at Fang Yun's hands.
"Oh? Fang Yun of the Human Race is here?"
"He finally reached the third gate? Not bad. I thought he would take another few hours to get here."
"Don't underestimate the Human Race. They might start slowly, but they have plenty of staying power. In the end, their brains work better than ours."
"So what? Tens of thousands of Demon Barbarians and Water Race members are stuck here. Can one lowly Hanlin Academician get through? Look at the Lei Family's Grand Academician-that whipped dog!"
"Next time you insult the Human Race, leave our Dog Race out of it, or I'll tear you apart!"
Fang Yun went forward and stopped three li from the Dragon Gate. Sitting upright on Walking the Blue Clouds like a student attending class, he quietly watched all the Demon Barbarians and Water Race members leap, utterly indifferent to their remarks about him.
With his photographic memory, Fang Yun could remember the movements of tens of thousands of Demon Barbarians and Water Race members without the slightest error. He could instantly pick out anything worth learning, then analyze and organize it.
This time, Fang Yun stayed there for half an hour.
Fang Yun rose, and Lei Zhongmo's voice came from beside him.
"You arrived quickly." Lei Zhongmo's voice had lost some of its aggression and gained a weary weight.
"You were simply too slow," Fang Yun said, walking slowly forward without even looking at Lei Zhongmo.
"The difference between thirty zhang and forty zhang is more than just ten zhang!" Lei Zhongmo said gravely.
"I understand that better than you do. Focus on recovering." Fang Yun had long known that falling into