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The moment the Demonic Wolf General exploded, a tornado formed by the "Song of Gale" appeared. The tornado created a powerful suction force that not only sucked in the Demonic Wolf General's corpse, but it also sucked in all the plague fog.
The Song of Gale continued to push out of the castle. After a few hundred feet, it suddenly exploded, enveloping all the Demonic Beasts and Barbarians within a radius of three hundred feet.
"Ah …"
Hundreds of Demonic Beasts and Barbarians were affected by the power of the plague. They screamed and rolled on the ground as the terrifying power of the plague continued to erode their bodies.
The Lord of Plague didn't even look at them. These cannon fodder were like firecrackers and paper. They weren't worth his effort to save.
The Demonic Wolf General's plague power was specially controlled by the Lord of Plague. It affected a small area, but it was concentrated and lasted for a long time. If he used the plague power on a large area, not only would it slow down the growth of his doppelgangers, but it could also be easily broken by the Grand Scholars because it wasn't concentrated enough.
After all, fire and wind were the nemesis of the plague power.
The Grand Scholars on the castle broke out in cold sweat.
"I'm ashamed. We're useless. Fang Xusheng was clearly meditating, but he still helped us. "
Fang Yundao said, "Everyone, there's no need to do this. The Lord of Plague is too cunning. He knew that only Yan Yukong and I could quickly deal with this level of plague power, so he let the Demonic Wolf General explode far away from Yan Yukong so that he couldn't save us. Everyone, you have to be more careful. He'll continue to consume our talent. When his talent decreases again, he'll definitely use the plague power to force us to escape. "
"You …" Sun Renbing almost scolded Fang Yun. He knew that the Lord of Plague could hear them, but Fang Yun still said that. He was giving the Lord of Plague advice.
Fang Yun's eyes flashed. He seemed to know that he was wrong. He shut his mouth and didn't say anything else.
Ji Shou-woo looked at Fang Yun in surprise, as if he suspected something.
Most of the other Jinshi were puzzled, but no one cared. Everyone made mistakes. After all, Fang Yun was just trying to persuade them.
"Haha, thank you, Fang Xusheng, for teaching Bensei. Bensei knows that you want to join the Demon Realm. He wanted to kill them all and not let anyone know that he had left this place alive. Good! 'I promise you that I can help you conceal your identity, and let your name Fang Yun be recorded in the history of the humankind forever … What does your poem say?' That's right, we must keep our chastity in the world! "The Lord of Plague laughed loudly through the mouth of Lei Li.
Sun Renbing sneered and said, "Such a scheme of sowing discord is truly despicable. A dog fart Saint Lord is nothing more than this. We are all courageous in writing. How could I be hurt by your little words? "
The Grand Scholars were completely unaffected by the Lord of Pestilence's words and continued to fight.
However, everyone's morale was low.
The Lord of Plague noticed this and laughed coldly. He had never considered that he could drive a wedge between the Grand Scholars of the human race. He only needed to lower their morale.
The battle continued. The Lord of Plague occasionally used plague people to self-explode, but they were all dealt with by the Grand Scholars of the human race.
Fifteen minutes later. Fang Yun joined the battle.
After an hour, the talents of the Grand Scholars were once again exhausted. Everyone was meditating more and more frequently.
As for the Barbarians and Demons. They had already lost one hundred and fifty thousand. There were still more than four hundred thousand left.
"Fang Xusheng, you … can you use the poem again?" A new Grand Scholar of Wu Guo asked.
Fang Yun sighed and shook his head, saying, "I've already tried. I can't use it again. If I force myself to write, my talents might collapse before it's finished."
"It's understandable. After all, it's a Grand Scholar's poem. The only pity is that this poem seems to have a way of education. No matter how intelligent a Grand Scholar is, he can't learn and use it immediately. Even a Grand Scholar may have to spend many days. "
"It's okay. Maybe the Saints will save you soon."
As soon as he said this, everyone fell into silence.
Placing all their hopes on the Saints was something even more despairing than despair.
When the middle-aged Grand Scholar's talents were almost exhausted, "Lei Li" laughed and ordered the barbarians to stop attacking the city.
"Since you're all going to die, I'll tell you the truth. Killing you is only the first step. After that, I'll use the power of plague to kill everyone on the Hunting Field Island. Together with the shadow of the Moon Tree, it's the second step. In addition, the Hunting Field Island is different from other places. The Demon Realm has long coveted it. As long as we occupy the Hunting Field Island, we can study its mysteries in less than three years. Then, we can use the Hunting Field Island and the Ancient Desolate City as a springboard to invade the Saint Origin Continent! Although the Barbarian Soldier is dead, his will remains! "
If it were any other time, the Grand Scholars would refute, but at this moment, they had lost the courage to do so.
After "Lei Li" finished speaking, he pointed at the castle. Suddenly, a green cloud flew from the direction of the Demon Mountain and quickly flew towards the castle.
However, beads of sweat appeared on Lei Li's forehead. His eyes were constantly flickering, sometimes clear, sometimes dim. It was extremely difficult.
The Grand Scholars looked at the black cloud in silence. That was the power of plague, and it might even involve the power of the Saint Dao. It was impossible for them to win.
"What a pity. If only this place was the Holy Ground, the family would give us the Saint Blood in advance." Li Fanming sighed. If this place was the Holy Ground, the Grand Scholars would definitely be given divine items like Saint Blood by their families. Even if they couldn't fully utilize it, it would still be very powerful. However, this was only the Grand Scholar Spring Hunt. No family would give them Saint Blood.
"Fang Yun, Xusheng must have Saint Blood, right?"
"No, Saint Blood is useless. Under the shadow of the Moon Tree, the will of the Half-saint in the Saint Blood will be crushed. We can only fuse the Saint Blood into our battle poems, but we can't form a Saint Blood Clone. On the Hunting Field Island, only the Saint Blood in the Holy Temple can form a Saint Blood Clone. However, the Saint Blood Clone formed will probably be blocked by the Moon Tree in the Holy Temple. "Kong Detian said.
Fang Yun smiled. "If I die, even Saint Blood is useless. Before I die, I will fuse the Saint Blood into my battle poems and try to kill more Barbarian Beasts. Whoever has the confidence to activate the power of the Saint Blood can use the battle poems with me. "
All the Grand Scholars shook their heads. If they could activate the will of the Saint Position, some of their Saint Blood would be useful. However, if they couldn't use the will of the Saint Position, it would be better for Fang Yun to fuse it into his battle poems himself. Even the Poetic Freak wouldn't dare to say that he could surpass Fang Yun in this aspect. After all, Fang Yun was also a Poetic Freak!
Seeing the green mist getting closer and closer, Fang Yun asked, "Does anyone have any ideas?"
Fang Yun scanned the crowd. Some shook their heads, while others lowered their heads.
Zhang Zilong sighed. "The School of Medicine knows best. Look at that dark green cloud. There are faint insect shapes in it. This means that it's a power close to the edge of the Divine Path. It's equivalent to the level of a Daemon King or Great Barbarian King. Of course, it's only close to the level. Its actual power isn't at the level of a Daemon King. After all, the Plague Lord is very weak right now. However, even if that's the case, we can't solve it. However, don't worry. The Plague Lord is a necessary medical technique for the Zhang Family. If possible, I'll use up all my life to activate the 'Sacred Heart of Emerald Blood' and all my talent to activate the 'No Ink in My Chest'. It'll be enough to weaken the Plague Lord by one level. "
Hua Yuqing said, "I can also weaken it a little. This way, you'll only be sick but not dead, and you'll be able to withstand the Plague Lord's attack. The Plague Lord hasn't been revived for long. This level of Plague Power can only be used once. If it's used again, it might not be able to accumulate enough power tomorrow. If it lasts until the Hunting Ground opens, we might be saved. He won't dare to take this risk! "
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