Translator: Silavin The group of five displayed an endless array of techniques. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen black haired Death Spirits fell. Zhong Zizhen’s momentum did not decrease, he charged straight at the Death Spirit King. His target was naturally the Golden Firestorm Sword!
Translator: Ashish Translation Checker: Silavin “Not bad…” Yu Zi Yu praised in a calm voice, a glint of admiration flickering in his eyes. Yu Zi Yu was truly impressed. Unlike the brute and primitive technique seen on Earth, this world—specifically within the Druid Race—showcased a seamless fusion of technique and Spiritual Energy that was truly remarkable.
Translator: Silavin Yu Ying walked to the training ground and softly said, “Chieftain, the Shaman wants you to lead our people to the outskirts of the Tribe.”
Translator: Tamon Translation Checker: Silavin All eyes were on Chen Changan, eagerly awaiting Scarlet Province Lord’s Immortal Treasure to explode with Immortal Energy under his divine skill.
Translator: Raikov Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys More than thirty years ago, Cult Blackfyre was a First Tier sect with a formidable reputation. However, they were only a Fourth Tier sect today. The main reason for that was the complete annihilation of their Divine Ocean Realm disciples, and the culprit behind it all was the Crimson Blood Sect.
Translator: Ashish Translation Checker: Silavin “Bernice, is it?” a sudden murmur drifted to the ears of the Druid—Bernice. The voice was pleasant, and extremely captivating. Yet, despite its gentle and refined tone, it sent shivers down the Young Druid’s spine, draining the color from her face.
Translator: Silavin “Shaman, may I come in?” Cheng Shi suddenly called from outside the Teepee.
Translator: Fate Translation Checker: Silavin The ordinary living beings of the Immortal Domain were familiar with the legendary Nine Heavens.
