บท 2071: Golden Blade Scars, the Bloodthirsty Evil Wind

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.