Qi-Recovery Poetry

A new round of battle began. A hundred thousand Demon Barbarians surrounded the castle, while great numbers of Plague Corpse Soldiers charged forward, trying to stack their bodies into ladders and scale the walls.

But the Human Race's Metropolitan Graduates were experienced. Not only did they summon large numbers of vital-energy soldiers beneath the walls to defend, the walls themselves were packed thick with vital-energy soldiers who fired without pause.

And Mohist Castle was far more than mere architecture. It contained many mechanisms. Whenever Demon Barbarians broke through the vital-energy soldiers' defenses and climbed onto the walls, a hole would immediately open in the wall, and several long spears would suddenly shoot out to pierce them through before swiftly retracting.

Countless mechanism spears thrust in and out of the walls, leaving the Demon Barbarians dead and wounded beyond count.

With the castle, the pressure on the Human Race's Metropolitan Graduates was greatly reduced. Some even began discussing matters during breaks in their War on Paper.

"Who has a good solution? No matter how quickly Literary Qi recovers, it can't keep up with the expenditure."

"There's no solution. We can only unleash the power of our Star Positions at the end. Perhaps we can slaughter all the Demon Barbarians."

"There are six or seven hundred thousand Demon Barbarians! That means another six or seven hundred thousand Plague Corpse Soldiers. We can't kill them all! Look at the Sunfire in the sky—it's getting smaller and smaller."

Just as the man spoke, Zhang Zhixing sighed softly and pointed downward. A massive fireball crashed into the Demon Barbarians.

But those Demon Barbarians had long been prepared. Over a thousand Demon Marshals joined forces, unleashing a barrage of demon arts that shattered the Sunfire.

The fragmented flames fell, burning only a little over two thousand