Translator: Aran

  In the distance.

  Old Fish slowly stood up.

  On his face was still his signature wretched smiling expression.

  But an extremely tyrannical consciousness power came surging out unstoppably from his thin and somewhat crooked body.

  This consciousness power was like raging torrents and swirling hurricanes. It was like the ocean covering the sun, it sped along and spread with a violent force.

  Between heaven and earth, there were immediatel..