Translator: Aran

  Ye Qingyu looked at it from afar but did not dare to draw closer, for the aura that the gray copper temple gave off was just too terrifying. It felt as though there was a Fiendgod held captive within.

  Furthermore, whoever could leave a palm print and sword mark on such a divine temple had to be quite the remarkable being. Shuddering at the thought, Ye Qingyu knew that the situation was becoming more and more dangerous and that a murderous spirit was lurking u..