Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Lu Ye was finally ready. So were Li Baxian and Feng Yuechan. With tonnes worth of ward flags sitting in mountains inside the subterranean cavern, they were ready to rumble.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Inside the vastness of the underground cavern, Li Baxian and Feng Yuechan were staring blankly at Lu Ye.
Author: Silavin Within the Restricted Zone, a Man, a Black Panther and a little boy, sat around a circular table. It was their usual gathering time, where they would enjoy the simplicities in life. Treats and banters were always abound during these gatherings, gathered at the centre for whoever wants to take them.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Lu Ye finished unlocking the magical seals of the Storage Bags while they chatted.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Lu Ye was right. Li Baxian came with Feng Yuechan and they were fighting side-by-side with each other—he with his Telekinesis and she with her Spiritual Power pulsing in huge undulations as she fired one spell after another at their assailants.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys A ray of light landed just outside the Carnage Colosseum. It was Li Baxian and Feng Yuechan.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys After another two days of slaughter and butchery—which was just two normal days by the Carnage Colosseum reckoning—Lu Ye’s name on the Carnage Roster had plunged beyond the eightieth mark. One could almost say that it was just a matter of time before his name fell further and out of the list entirely. But killing the Spell Cultivator had seen his name regain a sudden spurt of life, propelling…
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Amidst the disarray of the mountainous cavern, the Spell Cultivator’s gaze fell upon his adversary who had abruptly materialized out of nowhere earlier, now buried under a mountain of rocks, and clearly unconscious. Beneath the tattered face mask was a comely and youthful countenance, but that was not what the enemy Spell Cultivator was looking at. It was a shimmering glint that had caught his attention.
