Liu Shan flicked his sleeve and strode off the city wall. The members of the Left Prime Minister Faction hurried after him, every one of them anxious, their brows tightly knitted.
Ao Huang yelled, "You damned Liu the Traitor! How crafty! You took Fang Yun's boots off without waiting for me to come back. Forget it, I'm not going back yet. I'll go kill some Demon Barbarians for fun."
With that, Ao Huang turned and charged toward the distant Demon Barbarians.
Fang Yun rose, wearing the boots Liu Shan had put on him, and lifted his head to look around.
The sun had just risen. The early autumn morning light carried a hint of chill, illuminating an azure sky that stretched over the boundless grasslands.
Between the blue and green, the Barbarian Race fled in a frenzy. From afar, they looked like a swarm of scurrying ants.
With the eyes of all the barbarian civilians, Barbarian Soldiers, and Barbarian Generals burned blind by the Wolf-Shooting Arrow's light, they had become living targets. Seasoned soldiers could often kill one with a single slash; before, it would have been difficult to kill one without exchanging a dozen blows.
The Barbarian Commanders and Barbarian Marquises could not fly and fled with all their strength, while the Human Race's Metropolitan Graduates and Hanlin Academicians focused on hunting them down. These barbarians had not been struck head-on by the Wolf-Shooting Arrow's power, so their strength had not suffered greatly. But they had no heart left for battle, and their casualties kept mounting.
The Demon Kings and Barbarian Kings originally positioned to the east, west, and south had been luckier, fleeing at the first opportunity. Only a few slower ones were pursued by Grand Academicians and killed one after another. Most successfully escaped beyond the Human