All the Demon Kings felt as though they had gone blind. Not only had they lost their sight and the ability to project their divine sense, they had even lost their senses of touch, hearing, and everything else.
Now was the perfect moment to strike, yet neither the Sea-Calming Dragon King, the strongest among them, nor the two Demon Kings of the Ancestral God Clan could sense the outside world anymore. Never mind attacking Fang Yun-they could not even find him.
Only then did they finally understand that all Fang Yun's earlier poems and preparations had been for that one line: "Awaiting only the first peal of new thunder."
Every Demon King felt afraid. Whether a Demon Barbarian or a member of the Human Race, anyone who mastered the power of thunder would far surpass their peers. Very few works of war poetry could truly manifest the power of thunder, and none had ever become World-Passing. Most humans could only use Sage Pages and Turning Void into Reality to produce thunder, with limited power.
Fang Yun's first three poems had indeed not been war poetry. All had relied on Sage Pages and Turning Void into Reality. But the fourth was genuine war poetry.
Guided by the Heavenly Way's intent of creation, its imagery of winter departing and spring arriving resonated perfectly with thunder.
At the same time, they understood that Fang Yun was about to unleash his full strength.
Unable to find Fang Yun, they could only protect themselves.
Lang Po and Hu Lan immediately summoned their Ancestral Spirit Colossi. A gigantic silver wolf and a gigantic black tiger hung high in the sky, slowly pushing back the darkness surrounding the two and displaying the Ancestral God Clan's overwhelming might.
The other Demon Kings each unleashed their abilities, but they