"I know."
The Celestial Dragon gave a definite response.
"Can you help me translate this?"
The Star Soul remained silent and did not confirm. Li Ang thought it had a rather proud demeanor, so he directly started to recall the language from before.
"屮t&*#Î...@æ∫₠..."
He uttered the sentence based on the pronunciation he remembered. His throat couldn't replicate the Crimson Demon's eerie tone, which seemed to echo across time and space. However, it still made the young girls around him recall the feeling and show discomfort on their faces.
The Celestial Dragon murmured, "That venomous tone, those corrupt syllables, have not been heard since she passed away a long time ago, yet they still remind us that the blight of this world persists."
After a sigh, the giant dragon said, "This sentence translates to—'Why do the rebels gather here, you will meet a painful death.'
"Is that so."
Li Ang nodded: "This was what the demon said when it appeared and saw several of the girls."
