Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Countless souls struggled as they were being absorbed by Whitey. The more souls it absorbed, the stronger its aura became. The scene sent chills down the backs of the nobles.
The sound of the rattle swept out in all directions like waves over an ocean. Marchioness Moti coughed up another mouthful of blood. With the help of the drumbeats, she finally escaped the gaze of purple-haired Bu fang. Leaning against her knife, she landed on a building, gasping fiercely.
