Thud, thud-thud!
The sound of warhorses rumbled. Only a dozen or so horses approached, yet to Holleka and the other six, it felt like the charge of an entire army.
The closer they came, the more oppressive their presence became.
Stone and Bill felt every hair on the backs of their necks stand on end.
So these were... the remnants of the Wolf School?
They watched the Demon Hunters draw nearer.
Most of these Demon Hunters were missing arms, legs, ears, or eyes. Very few of them were intact.
Yet every one of them made their hearts pound.
It was as though any one of these people could step forward and strangle them to death with one hand.
Cold sweat continuously beaded on their foreheads.
Gulp!
Bill's Adam's apple bobbed.
Then, he turned to look around.
He discovered that, aside from Holleka, the other four—including Stone—had all been intimidated.
"Is this the Wolf School?"
Bill asked hoarsely.
"This is the Wolf School."
"The Wolf School that was once as prosperous as the Snake School."
Holleka replied calmly.
Was the Wolf School powerful?
It was powerful!
Holleka would never deny that. But the Snake School was stronger. That was what Holleka's "memories" told him. Not to mention his mentor, the inheritor of the Snake School, the Snake School's forces hidden in the shadows alone outnumbered the Wolf School before them by a hundredfold!
With such memories, Holleka naturally would not be intimidated.
However, he did not neglect the proper etiquette.
After all, he was a Demon Hunter.
When the Wolf School members reined in their horses and stopped, Holleka performed the Demon Hunters' salute. Stone, Bill, and the other three copied him. They were Demon Hunters now as well.
And they belonged to the Snake School!
At that thought, the shock