The old man was the one ancient leopard demon who killed over twenty experts with a single roar at the Rockefeller’s house that had turned into ruins.

Such a powerful expert could do whatever he wanted in America.

However, he was now standing in front of the Flying Eagles Academy’s entrance.

There was a look of uncertainty on his face. This was because he saw the mysterious ancient bridge previously. There were stains of fresh blood on the ancient bridge, and there was even yellowish water running underneath it.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the bridge was the Mirror of Retribution that shone brightly.

“Isn’t that the famed Persephone’s Folly Bridge within the Three Realms?”

“This is an incredibly powerful divine artifact that belongs to an ancient expert. How did it end up here in ruins?”

“How did that human kid acquire such a thing?”

I detected was

man had a clouded expression on his face. Clearly, this seemed like it was in ruins, but such a powerful object appeared in this place. Could there be an ancient expert’s legacy in the ruins? Or does an ancient expert still live

this idea. If this were really

light from his eyes disappeared. His pupils also transformed into

by step, he walked into the

“Stand right there!”

a restricted area. You can’t get

stopped the leopard

of them. Their cultivation was pitifully

The old

flashed

aura circled above both their heads. These two academy guards responsible for guarding the entrance instantly lost their sense of self. They completely obeyed the

the entrance, they arrived

herbs, and broken weapons. This wasn’t

ruins will be ruins. Even if the ancient boundary is broken and a few entrances were opened, humans are still weak ants despite

I snatched from a demon tribe’s restricted grounds. Do you know what this spiritual herb is called? This is called a divine spiritual root. After consuming it,

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