"The human race has no Void Sage who would watch others die without helping." Fang Yun answered from afar with Tongue Blossoms Thunder.
Peng Zouzhao bluntly rebuked him with Tongue Blossoms Thunder: "A Void Sage is a pillar of the nation, a leader of the human race. You must know when to advance and when to retreat! If you die here, it will be the human race's greatest loss, and you will stand condemned for all eternity!"
The other four Hanlin Academicians, who were running with the aid of Swift Movement Battle Poems, nodded slightly. They all agreed with Peng Zouzhao.
Another Hanlin Academician said, "Please leave, Void Sage Fang. Leave this place to us!"
Fang Yun said, "If our pursuers were Demon Kings or even Great Demon Kings, I would retreat immediately without another word, because we would have no chance of survival against them. But right now, they are merely Demon Marquises. We still have a chance."
"In the outside world, with Sage Pages and Literary Treasures, we might have a chance of winning. But this is the Heavenly Tree. We have no chance whatsoever! Please consider the human race, Void Sage Fang, and leave at once!" Peng Zouzhao spoke again.
"How many Seven-Origin Stage Holy-Son Demon Marquises can you fight alone?" Fang Yun asked.
Peng Zouzhao answered, "I can hold off two by myself, or three for a short time."
Fang Yun nodded slightly. Peng Zouzhao wielded the foremost Tongue Sword among the human race's Hanlin Academicians, so he could hold off three Seven-Origin Stage Holy-Son Demon Marquises alone. Even Fang Yun could not accomplish that at present.
"I can barely hold off one," said a Hanlin Academician beside Peng Zouzhao.
Fang Yun had already thought the man looked familiar. Upon hearing that he could contend with