Chapter 2071 - Golden Blade Scars, the Bloodthirsty Evil Wind (1/2)

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The battle is mine, I shall face it alone.

Zhan Kong’s words echoed in Mo Fan’s mind as he slowly regained his freedom after the pressure on him was lifted.

He was finally able to move, but was still struggling to step forward.

Mo Fan had just found out the culprit behind everything, but to his surprise, that person was not an assh*** after power or personal gains as he had thought. He was only trying to set his grandchild free from the curse of being one of the living dead.

Meanwhile, the mastermind who had planned this was fighting the battle for the sake of mankind a hundred or a thousand years from now, so he had his reasons, too. He was not fighting for his own sake, nor was he fighting so the Sacred City would remain dominant. He was preventing the darkness from being too overwhelming over time.

As for Mo Fan… he would be in the wrong, whichever side he took. It had never been his fight.

The best thing he could do was wait patiently for the outcome, paying them all his greatest respect!

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A figure wearing a black mantle, his face shrouded by a cloudy mist, was standing on the mountain. His intimidating eyes were barely visible most of the time.

The figure came down the mountain. He did not choose the bustling Sacred City, approaching the Mirrored Sacred City one step at a time. The brilliant lights and the flames emitted by the great Golden Eye on the tower were covered in a cold veil as soon as Zhan Kong set foot into the city. Everything that was glowing suddenly lost its heat.

Head Angel Michael flew up to the Mirrored Sacred City, too, landing on the same tower. He could clearly see the main street from his position, the direction Zhan Kong was coming from.

Behind Head Angel Michael was the Mirrored Sacred Residence, and on top of it stood the aloof Lesser Ki-Rin. The dress of the woman atop it was still waving in the night breeze.

Qin Yu’er did not look like a hostage. A sacred light was wavering behind Head Angel Michael. It looked like he was defending a goddess the demons were after.

Zhan Kong stood on the grey-tiled main street. The copied luxurious shops rose on both sides of him. The street was full of hostile eyes brighter than the street lamps.

He looked into the distance. The faint memories in his mind surged forth wildly and reinforced his thoughts as soon as he laid eyes on Qin Yu’er!

Every single detail of his past was bare before him, including Qin Yu’er’s smile. However, the flesh that was about to take over his soul did not respond happily as he was recalling his past, but with unbearable pain!

The undead were not allowed to recall their past, especially the good old memories, as such things would worsen the torture they were suffering from.