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
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 142: Family Members' Secret Classes
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
Yan Cangming looked into the distance from the top of a tall mountain. The millions of Flood Dragon Humans below were in many groups.
Under the leadership of the Flood Dragon Human elites, they migrated in an orderly fashion.
The Flood Dragon Human cultivators remained at the edges of the groups, responsible for maintaining order and protecting the people from unexpected danger.
The old, the weak, the women, and the children were in the middle of the groups. There was neither joy nor grief on their faces; no one showed much emotion. Over the past few tens of thousands of years, the Flood Dragon Human Race had experienced too much difficulty and bitterness in the Abyssal Underworld.
The Flood Dragon Humans were already long inured to migrations like this.
Yan Cangming tightly clenched his right fist, feeling an indescribable pain in the depths of his heart.
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
A few figures landed behind Yan Cangming. They showed grave expressions as they performed cupped-fist salutes. “Young Master, nearly all the scouts in front were exterminated; only a few people returned. Under the leadership of King Luohou, the nine great races of the Abyssal Underworld have surrounded us.”
They are here? Yan Cangming thought to himself. Then, he ordered calmly, “Follow the original plan. Send out the various experts to open the way in front. I will bring up the rear.”
“Young Master, you can’t do that. You are the hope of the Flood Dragon Human Race. How can you be responsible for bringing up the rear?!”
“Let us serve as the rearguard. We swear to accomplish that task.”
The others quickly tried to dissuade Yan Cangming, not wanting him to be responsible for bringing up the rear.
Yan Cangming smiled bitterly in his heart. Then, he said indifferently, “Many times, death is insufficient to solve the problem. Fighting a rearguard action requires absolute strength. If you can defeat me, then I’ll let you bring up the rear.”
“This…”
“Rumble…!”
Just at this moment, the ground trembled, and the sky shook.
The expressions of the Flood Dragon Hum
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