Translator: Ashish Translation Checker: Silavin *Roar, Roar, Roar…* Roars and hisses resounded like tides, as more and more Mutant Beasts approached. Despite the Five-Color Spirit Flower and others desperate efforts, it would still be difficult to stop the beast tide from advancing.
Translator: Truth Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys The news that Lu Yi Ye had broken out of their encirclement and escaped quickly spread throughout the Spirit Creek Battlefield. Stunned, countless Thousand Demon Ridge cultivators checked the Scroll of Supremacy only to discover that Zhu Pang, the sixth-placed ranker who was supposed to delay the combat cultivator for an incense stick, had already vanished from the rank list!
Translator: Barnnn ~~ Early Morning, Thirtieth Day of the Seventh Month, Ninety-Sixth Year of the War Demon Calendar ~~
Translator: Fate Translation Checker: Silavin In an ancient cave where the rays of the sun poured in and Dao energy intertwined, an unwavering figure with his face blurry from the Mist of Chaos sat cross-legged on the ground covered in wet, multicoloured blood. The royal splendour was as pervasive as it was revolting. The figure sounded relieved when he spoke.
Translator: StarReader Editor: Elitecoder “I’ll fulfill any wish you may have, senior, come hell or high water!” Zhuo Fan cupped his hands, his waist bent; like the most adorable child.
<<Previous Chapter Index Next Chapter>> Translator: Silavin & PewPewLaserGun Editor: Richard Proofreader: Leo of Zion Mountain In front of the South Gate, seven groups of people suddenly appeared, forcing all the cultivators clustered around back as if they were pushed by an invisible force.
