Behind the vast army, Fang Yun rode Flowing Current in close pursuit. Before long, the two sides were only five li apart.
At this distance, Great-Scholar War Poetry lost none of its power, but Fang Yun's War Poetry still consisted mainly of works below the Great Scholar level, so he continued forward.
Seeing that Fang Yun still refused to stop, the ten Great Demon Kings felt no fear. They even hoped he would come closer.
When the distance between them narrowed to three li, Flowing Current stopped at once, while the hundred-thousand-strong army accelerated again.
Eighty thousand lance cavalry charged like ten thousand tigers descending the mountains, their momentum soaring like a rainbow.
Twenty thousand mounted archers immediately drew their bows and loosed. Long arrows imbued with all manner of powers rained down on the ten Great Demon Kings.
In the Great Demon Kings' eyes, only the War-Poem generals posed any threat. Ordinary War-Poem soldiers could not withstand a single blow, and no Great Demon King had ever been wounded by one. Still, Fang Yun's reputation was so formidable that eight of them instinctively infused a thread of Sacred Qi into their Blood-Qi Armor to protect themselves.
But Wolf Cong King and Snake Luo King, who excelled at lethal ambushes and disliked defense, not only refrained from using Sacred Qi to protect themselves, but stepped forward instead, preparing to break the army first.
Thousands of arrows flew toward Wolf Cong King and Snake Luo King. Both Great Demon Kings were in the Third Realm and trusted their Blood-Qi Armor completely. They did not even release any other defensive powers, intending to reserve their strongest power for attack.
The two Great Demon Kings gazed proudly ahead, allowing the arrows to strike them.
Enhanced by the Martial Temple Literary Platform, the mounted