Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 213: They Found Us!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 394: Settling Old Scores
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 236: Heartache of the Mechagod, The Last Queen of the Vampires
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 06 Chapter 067.1: King Arthur: Excalibur! Part 1
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3708: The Spelling of Disaster
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 11: Dry Duck vs. Dry Duck
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 212: Scrape All Of the Martial Arts Legacies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 705- King Ghost Kill
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 868 - Holy City Shaken
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 704- We do our own thing
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 755: The Cloud Ancestor
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 176 - One Against Five
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 211: A Sword to Curb All Means
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 393: The Rain That Year
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 235.2: What Is the Strongest Human? Tactical Retreat (2)
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 10: Augustus and the Sultana
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 210: Trump Card
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 703- Nightmare Cannibal Body
The dense dark clouds always covered the sky of the Abyssal Underworld.
The Final Blood Battlefield rarely turned bright. This made it feel like time crawled, arousing impatience and restlessness.
The Eighth Prince Li Yun felt this. Seeing the Demonic Might not weakening, he cursed, “Bollocks! Why is it not weakening? Old Tang, I can’t wait any longer. Hand me the sacred tool.”
Clearly, Old Tang still felt unconfident. He warned, “Your Highness, if you use the sacred tool to break through the Demonic Might, it will not last long. If you wait for the Demonic Might to weaken before using the sacred tool, we are almost guaranteed to obtain the Demonic Sovereign corpse.”
“Wait! Wait! Wait! How long do I have to wait?! The longer we wait, the more variables there will be. This prince already waited for two months. I can’t wait any longer. Hand me the sacred tool!” the Eighth Prince ordered somewhat irritably, with anger in his voice.
Old Tang sighed. After thinking for a while, he agreed. The longer they waited, the more variables there would be. If they used the sacred tool while no one expected them to, perhaps they might achieve good results.
Consoling himself with that thought, Old Tang took out the sacred tool.
This sacred tool was an unusual weapon—a crescent-moon-shaped scarlet scimitar. The structure of the inner curve looked complicated, interconnecting like a skeleton.
The scimitar’s blade was close to three meters long, an incredibly huge weapon. This weapon also radiated a strange Demonic Might.
Old Tang had a solemn and grave expression as he started to activate the scarlet scimitar. The divine characters on the skeleton seemed to come to life.
Soon after that, a scarlet liquid seeped out of the crescent blade. The entire scimitar seemed like an ancient ferocious beast coming to life.
Roar!
In that instant, everyone in the Final Blood Battlefield heard a terrifying, furious roar ringing in their mind.
“This is?”
Xiao Chen’s body trembled slightly as shock flashed in his eyes. Then, he looked in the direction of the Eight
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