Chapter 839
“Come out and face your death, Come out and face your death, Come out and face your death…”

The Stoermers’ manor was too large, it was open yet boundless. There was even a mini bridge with water flowing inside, surrounded by fake mountains.

Weiner’s loud roar was like rumbling thunder, spreading thousands of miles. There were even echoes.

Not only could all the Stoermers within the manor hear it, but anyone outside the Stoermers’ manor within a radius of ten miles could notice his voice as we
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