Tempest Stirring III
編集者: EndlessFantasy Translation
Seeing the corpses becoming "alive" again caused many full-shift contenders to feel their blood run cold. Nevertheless, Farron merely sneered. "Phantom King, foolish trick!"
After Farron huffed contemptuously, he wielded a shapeshifted arm and slammed down. A terrifying aura descended and mashed the corpses into a sludgy flesh mix. This way, no matter how powerful the Phantom King was, it was impossible to manipulate a pile of sludge.
"Hehe, it's indeed Farron. Doomsday, Farron is your old friend, I'll leave him to you."
The Phantom King's silky voice resounded. Following that, a black shadow appeared in the great hall as if "walking out" of the void.
Farron fixed his sight. This was the opponent whom he had battled several times before - the so-called "old friend", Doomsday!