"Although none of these three poems is War Poetry, each is stronger than the last. I keep feeling that Fang Yun is brewing something. After all, he is the most cunning human in the Myriad Worlds, and one of the Human Race's finest scholars."
"Yes. A dignified Void Sage would never do anything pointless. Besides, he has already used three Sage Pages and three drops of sacred blood. He is dead set on killing us. I simply cannot fathom why he is doing this."
"There is nothing special about these poems beyond intensifying the cold and the heavy snow. They might hinder ordinary Demon Kings, but against us, they have no effect whatsoever."
The Sea-Calming Dragon King said, "In my view, he is using these three poems to build momentum, though I cannot tell for what purpose. Unfortunately, we are wounded. Attacking ahead of time would accomplish nothing. Even if I used the Heaven-Earth Dragon Transformation Art, I could not break through his Marquis Wu Chariot in a short time. If either Lang Po or Hu Lan summoned an ancestral spirit colossus, they could certainly shatter the chariot's protective barrier. But their injuries are too severe. If they got too close, he would kill them before they could summon it. We need to stall to recover our strength, but I have noticed that he is turning our scheme against us. He seems to be stalling as well, to achieve some particular purpose."
"Think again. What human War Poetry needs to keep strengthening the surrounding weather before finally unleashing its full power?"
The Sea-Calming Dragon King said, "There are quite a few examples. Some years ago, in the Desolate City Ancient Land, a Great Scholar composed three autumn-wind poems in succession. In the end, the power of all three erupted at