Before long, everyone heard a thunderous roar from the front left, and Nunu immediately let out a soft chirp.
"That was the river turtle's cry! Little Licentiate, was that the Demon Turtle's voice?" Chen Xibi turned and asked.
An Chengcai immediately said, "Reporting to the general, that was indeed the Demon Turtle's voice. I remember it perfectly."
"Prepare to kill demons!"
The soldiers lit their torches one after another. Torches could only burn for so long, so they could not afford to use too many while traveling, but they had to be prepared when killing demons. The Demon Race's night vision was far superior to that of ordinary soldiers.
Fang Yun hurriedly took down the longbow from his back, drew an arrow and nocked it, pointing the arrow toward the ground, ready to fire at any moment.
The atmosphere before the great battle was incomparably oppressive.
Fang Yun looked around. The soldiers still wore their icy expressions, but the Academy Students from the three classes were far worse off. Their breathing was rapid, their chests constantly heaving as they trembled with tension, just as they had when they encountered the Mingqi Bird demon.
Sweat began to form in Fang Yun's palms as well. The last time he had killed demons had only been a small trial of the blade; he had merely killed Demon Soldiers and Demon Commoners, without even seeing a Demon General. This time, however, they were attacking a Turtle Demon whose strength neared that of a Demon Marshal. It was a hundred times more perilous than before.
A cold wind swept past, and everyone could not help shuddering.
County Magistrate He began writing poetry upon his Board Armor, composing a Rousing Poem and an Army-Strengthening Poem. Then the Metropolitan Graduate Chen Xibi wrote "With You, My Comrade."