Translator: Aran

  “Stop it, you brat!”


  A voice of unquestionable authority suddenly sounded from beyond the Proud Sky Center.

  In the midst of empty space, thousands of meters high, there was a bizarre shaft of golden brilliance. In the middle of it, a silver vortex swirling like the eye of the ocean could be seen, from which a towering green giant hand stretched out. Its five fingers were curling and wrapping around each other within a cloud of mist. Thunder rumbled an..