Translator: Aran

  At the side, Little Nine and Little Silver were also screaming repeatedly.

  This whole process lasted one full hour.

  Ye Qingyu felt that the lightning was about to split his body into particles.

  But unexpectedly, after an hour, the frightening deity-class rumbling of thunder suddenly disappeared.

  Ye Qingyu was exhausted, floating in space.

  Inside the palace, it was incomparably dim.

  Rows of huge old stone bookcases loomed out..