"We definitely can't win in a direct battle. No matter what, let's first head somewhere else. Maybe we can run into the other Hanlin Academy members!" Fang Yun began to write the 《Night Assault》.
"Head in?" Pang Chaosheng was taken aback. He realized that this was the most tactful way of saying 'escape', as if Fang Yun was giving the five Hanlin Academy members face.
After the six finished writing the Swift Battle Poem, they fled together, discussing as they sped along.
"Those three Eagle Marquises are about to catch up. If they only harass us and don't fight, we can't do anything to them. Moreover, Fang Xusheng's book on the art of war has just been used, so he can't use the Art of Deception and the Art of Secretly Crossing Chen Cang. Even if he hasn't used it, it's impossible to deceive the Eagle Marquises. The Eagle Race's eyes are even stronger than the Snake Race's. "
Fang Yundao suggested, "Why don't we kill you first and then commit suicide? We can completely escape the Celestial Tree."
But Pang Chaosheng said, "This method might have worked in the past, but now … they have a way to intercept our divine senses and kill us!"
"We can only use the Celestial Tree's power to leave normally so that our divine senses won't be intercepted," Peng Zaozhao said.
Fang Yun fell silent. It turned out that these Hanlin Academy members had not sought him out to pass on that message to risk their lives, but with the resolve to die!
The Kong Family Han Lin said, "Actually, we still have a chance at survival. That is the mutation of the Celestial Tree."
"Yes, drag it out! Drag it out until the Celestial Tree mutates! "Fang Yundao raised his head and looked around.
"Yes!"
Several dozen or even a hundred li of large leaves were stacked on top of each other, obscuring everything. At first glance, there seemed to be no change, but now, Fang Yun felt that there was something different.
While they were running. Fang Yun took out a new Celestial Leaf and said, "I don't know if you've noticed, but today's Celestial Leaf is a little heavier than usual."
The five Hanlin Academy members all shook their heads. They had not touched many Celestial Leaves, so how could they notice such a minute difference?
Not long after, the three Eagle Marquises flew over. They used demonic arts to attack from the air.
The six had to constantly defend or dodge, so their speed was slightly reduced. And the pursuers behind them were getting closer and closer.
Suddenly, the entire Celestial Tree shook.
The six looked at each other, they were happy and worried. He was happy because the Celestial Tree shook violently. This meant that the Celestial Tree had started to mutate. What worried him was that he did not know whether this mutation was good for him or not. If there was a calamity in the Ancient Lands, everyone might die here.
Several dozen breaths later, the Celestial Tree trembled once more, even more intensely than before.
A hundred breaths later, the Celestial Tree shook for the third time.
The tremor this time was like an earthquake, and the six of them were almost thrown into the air. Then, fine cracks began to appear on the surface of the leaf, which even the attack of the Celestial Phenomenon could not destroy.
Fang Yun looked back and saw that the thirty-odd Demon Marquises were already five miles away. They were getting closer and closer.
Fang Yun sighed softly. He wrote the "Song of the Treasure Sword" and once again added the power of the Hidden Edge Poem to the five Hanlin Academy students.
Suddenly, there was the sound of glass shattering that seemed to have been magnified countless times. The sound was sharp and ear-piercing. After the sound was heard, Fang Yun only felt a buzzing sound in his ears. He was almost deaf.
Then, a strange aura came from behind. That aura was full of gloominess and coldness, as if it could evoke the deepest fear in one's heart.
The three Hawk Demon Marquises suddenly screamed, then gave up on chasing Fang Yun and flew toward the Demon Marquises.
Fang Yun and the other five hurriedly turned their heads and saw a massive spatial fissure ten thousand zhang tall between them and the Demon Marquises.
This pitch-black spatial fissure was less than an inch wide. At first glance, it looked like an irregular black line in the sky, but everyone felt that it contained a power that could destroy the Celestial Tree and even the myriad worlds.
Crack …
The sound of glass shattering rang out once more as the spatial fissure expanded once more. Fang Yun hurriedly used his Talent Qi and Literary Courage to protect his ears, but it was useless. That sound possessed a terrifying penetrative power.
Then, two massive hands stretched out of the spatial fissure, grabbed the two sides of the spatial fissure, and forcefully pulled them apart.
The massive hands seemed to be made of gold, but their luster was dim. They were stained with rust and a few dried bloodstains. They were uneven, and there were also many scars. They were filled with the marks of time and age.
The hands were simply too massive. Based on the proportions of an ordinary human, the owner of the hands was at least three thousand zhang tall!
"This … What is that …" Even the taciturn Peng Zaozhao was shocked.
"Golden Giant, Ancient Demon Half-saint," Fang Yun slowly said, a scene from the Ancient Demon's legacy flashing before his eyes.
In that scene, the Golden Giant had furiously punched the ground, exterminating all the ordinary creatures within a radius of thirty thousand li. Only the Demonic King level creatures had managed to survive.
"Tearing through space with bare hands …" Pang Chaosheng swallowed.
"So, the Celestial Tree's mutation is related to the Ancient Demon," Fang Yun muttered to himself.
Kong Jiahanlin said, "No, not even a Half-saint can tear through space. Only a Quasi-saint can do it. If Fang Xusheng is right, then this Half-saint is probably borrowing some other power. "
The thirty-some Demon Marquises were on high alert. They did not chase after Fang Yun, nor did they run away. Instead, they warily stared at the massive hands and the spatial fissure.
Suddenly, a thirty-meter-tall giant jumped out of the fissure. Its two feet heavily landed on the ground with a loud boom.
This giant was extremely strange. Its entire body was made of solid black rock, and it had no flesh or blood. Its two eyes flickered with a strange red light.
Without waiting for anyone to ask, Fang Yundao said, "Ancient Demon King, of the Black Rock Giant race."
As soon as Fang Yun finished speaking, the Black Stone Giant roared at the sky. In the end, one giant after another jumped out of the spatial rift. Each giant was about 30 meters tall, but some were made of stone, some were made of metal, and some were made of water.
Soon after, the hand that had torn open the spatial fissure retracted, and the spatial fissure rapidly closed.
Other than a few giants warily observing their surroundings, most of the giants were loudly roaring, venting their anger on something.
"Are they still humans?" Peng Chaosheng asked.
Fang Yundao said, "Of course I translated it according to the human language. If I spoke in the Ancient Demon language, you wouldn't understand."
Pang Chaosheng said, "In other words, we just left the dragon's den and entered the tiger's den? These giants are all Demonic Kings. "
"Keep running," Fang Yundao said.
The six of them had no choice but to continue running. However, after running for a few breaths, a furious roar came from behind.
Fang Yun turned around and saw that the giants had split into two groups. Four of them chased after him, while the other ten charged toward the Demonic Marquises.
"Even if they wanted to kill us, they didn't need four Demonic Kings!" Pang Chaosheng said helplessly.
Fang Yun frowned and said, "Stop immediately and leave the Celestial Trees!" As he said this, he stopped, and a pillar of white light descended from the sky.
The other five Han Lin Giants ran several hundred meters before stopping. They were puzzled and prepared to leave. At the same time, they prepared for battle.
Fang Yun stood in the middle of the white light and spoke in the Ancient Demon language, "I am from the Mountain Carrying Tribe, one of the Hundred Emperors Tribes. We are mortal enemies with the Demonic Barbarians! Send my greetings to the honorable Golden Half-saint. May the Demonic Flame shine forever. "
After saying this, Fang Yun placed his right hand on his head and made a strange gesture.
The four Demonic King giants were stunned. Other than the bronze giant, the other three giants immediately knelt down.
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