In the Military School's old homeland, if a poet came here, they would probably write countless heart-rending verses.
Because this place was simply too fit for poetry.
The ancient manor had borne the Military School's dream of conquering the world.
But now, the manor lay utterly ruined. Not a trace of humanity could be found within; there were only demons dancing wildly, heroic spirits weeping blood, and white bones bearing frost...
The wheels of history had rolled over the world from here.
And here, too, had been crushed beneath merciless wheels.
Leaving behind a sorrowful tale forever recorded in history, leaving unwillingness drifting upon the night wind.
Lin Su and Jiang Yun transformed into horned demons and walked step by step along the ruins of the broken manor.
Demons stood to the left, demons stood to the right; even the rockeries had become Devil Race dwellings, while the once-exquisite lakes had become their playgrounds.
This was one of the Devil Race's major strongholds.
By occupying this place, it was as if they had trampled their greatest former enemy beneath their feet.
This was also a trampling of humanity's dignity!
But they could not make a move!
Because true experts were here!
They detected at least three incomparably terrifying demonic auras stationed in three directions. Their auras were on par with the human Origin Heaven Realm—these were the presences of Demon Venerables.
Jiang Yun was already in the Dharma Form Realm. She feared no ordinary Dharma Form cultivator.
Lin Su had slain a Demon Emperor with one sword, declaring that even if he was not at the Dharma Form Realm, he had no fear of it whatsoever.
Dharma Forms were equivalent to Demon Emperors. If ordinary Demon Emperors dared appear before them, they could teach them how to behave in minutes.