Battle Realm, Heaven-Splitting Hall, the Dragon Might Land stretching nine thousand nine hundred li.
Fang Yun, Lei Zhongmo, and seven Water Race Demon Kings tempered themselves amid the dragon might, while several dozen more Demon Kings watched from a safe place.
These Demon Kings truly could not fathom what medicine Fang Yun was selling in his gourd. Repeatedly damaging and restoring his Divine Sense would indeed strengthen it, but the problem was that spending that time on other pursuits would yield far more obvious improvements.
Many Dragon Race geniuses even treated the first ten thousand li as nothing, only beginning to temper themselves beyond ten thousand or even twenty thousand li.
The Demon King Gui Cong pondered it repeatedly. While chatting with the other Demon Kings, he suggested that the Literary Star Dragon Noble might have some other purpose, but no one paid him any mind.
These Demon Kings occasionally entered the dragon might to temper themselves, but the expenditure of blood qi was too great, and they often returned after enduring only a short while. Even using their blood qi, these Demon Kings could not stand within the dragon might as long as Fang Yun. They were deeply ashamed, and admired him all the more.
Some Demon Kings also watched Lei Zhongmo. Since Fang Yun had arrived, Lei Zhongmo had remained seated without moving, constantly enduring the baptism of dragon might. This meant that he could withstand the dragon might here with very little Literary Guts power and Literary Qi. In terms of mental strength, he had already reached the standard of a Great Demon King.
Lei Zhongmo remained seated at the fifty-li mark, while Fang Yun kept advancing, retreating after reaching a certain distance, then repeating the process.
Many Demon Kings had already noticed that each time Fang