The two continued along the forked path. When they arrived at the hall where the demonic puppet was located, Feng Yuyan looked at the broken limbs scattered all over the floor, thought for a moment, but didn't say much.
...
At the center of the ancient battlefield, this was where the great war between the ancient Human Race and Demon Race took place. The towering walls stretched a thousand meters, resembling a coiled dragon, twisted and winding. The entire land was scarred and battered, breaking apart from the center towards the surroundings.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
A dozen martial artists in black robes shot from the distant white wilderness to the top of the wall. Their eyes scanned the surrounding terrain, a glint of excitement flashing within.
