Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

illowed, and his hair trembled slightly. His whole body was filled with burgeoning war spirit.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!This slightly plump, even somewhat soft-...his mighty power, Jiang Wang soared higher and higher. The fiery red eyes reached their limit, finally, at the end of infinite black and white, he saw...a trace of blood like a crimson glow.As expecte...