Translator: Aran

  The friction of the turbulence within these rifts created harsh, ear-piercing noises, while the chaotic windstorms made sweeping howls which sounded like the angry roars of ancient fiendgods. These windstorms, which were originally already in a state of chaos, became even more frantic.

  "You shall reap what you sow with no escape. Black Moon Divine Palace bastards, die!"

  Ye Qingyu's blood-curdling angry roar reverberated all around.

  Boom, boom, b..