Translator: Aran

  After Yan Buhui had finished saying such words, he did not say anything more.

  He originally had a cold stance high up in the air, distantly surveying the entire mortal world. But he could not maintain this posture any longer. This cold posture transformed into an unsuppressed rage, and the ocean-like demonic qi that completely covered the skies behind his back began violently surging. This roar of yuan qi was like a tsunami, emitting a sound of rage.

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