Chapter 485

Imperial College, a bloody filled, towering walls were razed to the ground, everywhere on the ruins, stained with mottled blood.

Death, shrouded in this once peaceful land.

Demon clan

It's still pouring in.

In this war, there were countless deaths and injuries. Half of the students in Imperial College died in the war, and all the tutors died.

The scarred Dean, with the living students, retreated to the martial arts training ground of the college. His white robe had been dyed red with blood. His kind face had been torn open by the demon's claws three times, and one eye had also been caught blind.

The Dean, holding the staff in his hand, stopped in front of the gate of the training ground. Behind him, thousands of exhausted students were exhausted.

Outside the training ground, there are countless demon clans. They surround the place with a tearing roar, which resounds through everyone's eardrum. The strong smell of blood mingles with the stench of demon clans and permeates the air.

"Roar!" The high demon clan blocked the exit of the training arena. With a roar, the demon clan wanted to rush into the gate of the training arena.

The Dean clenched his teeth, the wand in his hand continuously released the weak magic light wave, one stroke after another He fought back the demon clan, and the magic was almost exhausted. When the demon clan came back again, he held up his staff and beat the demon clan directly, but he was torn off by the demon clan.

A large amount of blood emerged from the dean's wound, and gathered at his feet along his bloody robe.

The students behind him were red eyed, and death and despair hung in their hearts.

The lamp is running out of oil.

The magicians had exhausted their mental power, and their pale faces were faintly blue.

"Roar!" The higher demons growled angrily at the dean who was holding them back.

The Dean glared at the demon family coming straight in, and shouted, "if you want to move my students, you can't step on my body!" The magic wand in his hand fell to the ground, and he fled to the hard ground.

Wisps of white light spread from the dean's body, and the light turned into wisps of white smoke, curled between the staff and the dean. In a moment, the light expanded, and the rapid spread of light covered the whole practice field!

In an instant, all the demon families who rushed into the training ground were shocked!

Shield of light.

As the dean of the light magician, he used his last strength to summon a powerful shield of light to protect the students behind him.

The powerful shield of light obstructs the attack of the demon clan. The angry roar is heard one after another. The sharp claws, fangs and countless attacks hit the shield of light, trying to break the defense.

But the shield of light that carries people's last hope is still defending the dignity of the dean of Imperial College.

The frightened students, looking at the huge shield of light, showed a glimmer of hope in their eyes.

But

When their eyes fell on the president's back, which was full of vicissitudes and heights, the eyes of all the people were red in an instant.

It's not the dean's magic that supports the shield of light, but his life

The body wrapped under the robe withered at the speed visible to the naked eye. In a flash, the Dean seemed to be more than ten years old, with shriveled wrinkles covering every inch of the body's skin.