They should have driven the sun-chariot across the sky in turn, and instead they passed the Fusang tree on the same day and rose together, so that ten burning suns dried the rivers shallow and left plants, men and beasts dead on scorched ground. Hou Yi was ordered to a high mountain, drew his great bow and took them one by one; the arrow-light passed through the fire-cloud and nine golden crows fell to earth with their wings alight.
As the last arrow was about to fly, someone caught it, so that one sun was left to light the human world. In the demon court Dijun learned that nine of his sons were dead, called his demon gods to trace the archer, and the demon soldiers bore down on the Wu settlement where Hou Yi was.
Hou Yi took up his bow to meet them, and the shooting of the suns was written into the growing bloodshed between the Wu and Yao clans. The burning feathers the fallen crows had left lay scattered in the wilderness, and the demon army followed the scorch marks to the border of the Wu country.