Plague Giant Blade!

Sun Renbing's words stirred sorrow in everyone. Watching comrades sacrifice themselves to save them while they themselves could do nothing was the deepest pain in every scholar's heart.

Those newly promoted Metropolitan Graduates were merely saddened, but the resolve of those middle-aged Metropolitan Graduates had begun to waver slightly.

Every one of them had once been saved by a comrade.

Some had even mocked themselves, saying that they had lived to this day not only by stepping over Demon Barbarians' corpses, but also by stepping over their comrades' corpses.

They did not fear dying in battle; what they feared most was their comrades' sacrifice.

The greatest reason many Poem Maniacs and even Blood-Bathed Warriors could not advance in Literary Rank was that watching their comrades die with their own eyes had damaged their Literary Guts, leaving them forever unable to take the final step from Metropolitan Graduate to Hanlin Academician.

"We can never repay the grace you two have shown us in this life. In the next life, we will surely repay you generously!" Qiao Juze clasped his fists toward the two men.

Everyone else clasped their fists in turn. Fang Yun did the same.

Zhang Zilong smiled faintly. "My ancestor, Sage Zhang Zhongjing, gave his life for the Human Race. I am merely following in my ancestor's footsteps. There is no need for such courtesy. To die for the Human Race would leave me without regrets!"

"The Medical School possesses benevolent hearts. With plague before us, we should naturally treat it with our own bodies!"

"Wait a little longer. We'll talk once it gets closer," He Ludong said quietly.

More than four hundred thousand Demon Barbarians had already withdrawn to a mile away, while the dense dark-green cloud drew ever closer to the fortress.

Every Demon Barbarian along the