Town!
The desolate Martial Arts Association headquarters.
Devlin walked in the vast corridor, echoing with each step.
Vinnie Somerset had been killed, and the reputation of the Martial Arts Association plummeted instantly.
The Martial Arts Association that the townsfolk once revered had now fallen to be scorned by thousands!
Reviled by all!
The gate of the Cloudy-Water Pavilion was smashed by the angry Martial Artists.
Downstairs, a fierce fire was blazing.
It seemed that every day the Cloudy-Water Pavilion stood was a disgrace to the entire Town!
"Back then, I fantasized about using the Town as a base to trap the Holy Sovereign here. But I never thought this major hub of the Northern Border couldn't even hold out for a month," Devlin didn't care about the fire downstairs.
In fact, it would take some time for the flames to reach them.
However, the scent of smoke was already in the air.
