"Never!"
The Martial Judge slightly shook his head, saying, "the Human Clan is still weak, merely struggling to survive through the treacherous night!"
"Contemporary humans are merely using despicable means, thereby relying on the might of the Old Gods to establish cities and barely hang on to life!"
"The strongest of the human race, now revered as the East Mountain Prefecture, have also come here, vainly trying to control the grand formation!"
"Were it not for the formation, the so-called East Mountain Prefecture Master alone could not pose any threat to us!"
Having said this, the remaining right eye of the Martial Judge was filled with disdain.
The Judgement Scribe fell into deep thought.
"If the situation of the human tribe is still as dire as it was thousands of years ago, how could there be such outstanding young people?"
"That youth in the Golden Patterned Black Robe is even stronger than you, Martial Judge, by three parts."