While the two fought with swords, the great army behind Fang Yun had already assembled and stood ready to march.
Previously, the War-Poem Soldiers had mainly served to hold enemies back, because an enemy closing in was his greatest fear. Now, with the Tortoise Armor Battle Body and the Half-Sage Regalia, Fang Yun had no such concerns.
All the War-Poem Soldiers had been replaced by disciples of the Craftsmen School and mechanical ballistae. There were fully ten thousand ballistae, a deployment that surpassed even Two Worlds Mountain.
When ten thousand massive bolts tore through the air, even the Fallen Sun Saint Spirit was startled. Every bolt could pierce a Demon King and even injure an ordinary Great Demon King. When ten thousand arrows flew together, it was as though ten thousand troops shared a single heart, their army soul coalescing into an even more inconceivable power.
Boom, boom, boom, boom...
One massive bolt after another, each over thirty feet long, passed through the storm of power and struck the Fallen Sun Saint Spirit's Mirror Armor.
Then all the bolts exploded, and the power within them rebounded, forming an even fiercer storm of power.
The Fallen Sun Saint Spirit suffered no harm, yet showed not the slightest relief.
Instead, a faint smile appeared on Fang Yun's face.
The Mirror Armor was powerful, but even the strongest innate abilities and treasures had limits. If an ordinary Great Scholar's attacks struck that Mirror Armor, they would accomplish nothing in a hundred years, let alone one. Fang Yun's attacks, however, contained the mighty power of the Sacred Way. Saint Tao's Sacred Power and the Withering Force poured onto it without end.
Fang Yun had to admit that the Mirror Armor was formidable, but however formidable it might be, its power was merely born of