All the Ancient Demon Battle Souls were trembling. At that moment, Fang Yun was like the demon lord of the Crime Sea, devouring every battle soul.
The Water Race in Crime Sea City were overcome with shame. Only now did they realize that, before Fang Yun, all those battle souls were utterly incapable of withstanding a single blow.
Under the crushing intimidation of Fang Yun's various powers, those Emperor Realm foes were scarcely stronger than ordinary Great Demon Kings.
The Ancient Corpse Emperors' strength, however, had not diminished. They steadfastly guarded Fang Yun.
But the Ancient Corpse Emperors were not what gave the Ancient Demon Battle Souls the greatest headache. Strong as they were, their actions could be traced and anticipated.
Fang Yun's Frost Sword Light was different. Already more than a dozen li long and blindingly fast, it was difficult to detect in the turbulent water. By the time they noticed it, the Frost Sword Light was upon them, leaving nowhere to dodge.
Flowers filled the hall, intoxicating three thousand guests; one sword frosted fourteen prefectures.
No Emperor Realm body could withstand the Frost Sword Light.
"To Fang Yun," that transmissible battle poem of the Great Scholar level, could be called the pinnacle of the Human Race's War Poetry!
So much so that many humans believed Fang Yun's other poems could surpass Li Wenying's, but his War Poetry alone might never do so.
No matter how formidable Fang Yun became, none of the Half-Sage Incarnations made a move. Even those who wanted to launch a sneak attack were stopped by the Plague Lord's sharp command.
The battle continued.
One day, two days, three days...
Both sides had grown weary of watching, yet Fang Yun kept fighting throughout. Apart from occasionally closing his eyes for an exceedingly brief sleep, he