Ancient Imperial Lower Palace, Ba Country Unparalleled Fist God
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Jiang Lan sat cross-legged on the empty ground.
The surrounding voices covered him and did not cause any substantial damage.
He listened to the voices which were sometimes clear and sometimes vague.
It sounded like ravings, but also like someone praying.
Among all the voices, one voice was the clearest.
"Unparalleled Fist God, please protect my fists and aid me in breaking the Ghost Suppressing Stone and killing the demons."
As soon as the other party finished speaking, Jiang Lan opened his eyes. This voice transcended all the ravings, clearly entering his ears.
"Fist God?" Jiang Lan didn't show any emotion on his face, but he was rather surprised in his heart.
"Ba Country?"
He had only heard of the Fist God from a ghost cultivator.
Furthermore, Ba Country was currently fighting the demons. Killing the demons was reasonable, but why did Ba Country's voice reach him?