Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3835: Severed Arm
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 254: Start
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 332: Big Dog!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3834: The Profound Spirit Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1190- Three types of weapons
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 321 - Two Teachers? That's Not Impossible
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 320 - Bold And Reckless: Striking At A God-Level Expert
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1189- War Fortress
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 23.3
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 629: Peach Blossoms Bloom Outside of Peach Blossom Alley
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1188- Fallen wings
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 951: The Yellow Court World
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1187.5- Splitting spoils (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 23.2
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3833: The Illusion-condensing Swordmaster
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 37: Production and Exploration
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 628: The Hidden Traitor Gradually Surfaces
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 331: Chaos
The moment he was sucked into the painting, Li Qingshan saw a white world. He was unable to separate the sky from the ground, and it seemed boundless, yet also as cramped as a prison. He knew he had been trapped in the painting.
He frowned subconsciously, having discovered that he was immobilised. He could not even make the simplest of actions. But to his joy, he could still mobilise daemon qi and use innate abilities. He immediately unleashed the powers of the Tremors of the Ox Demon in an attempt to rip up the painting from inside out.
Black ink marks emanated away from him on the paper. They were shaped like cracks, but they rapidly dispersed.
In the world within the painting, his ability with the great destructive power had been reduced to a non-threatening animation. The way which the world operated, even the way he existed, had been changed from its very core, introducing new laws.
It went without saying that even if he used the flames of the phoenix, he would not be able to burn the painting. At most, he would produce a burning bundle of flame-shaped ink.
Is this the so-called second dimension? This doesn’t feel particularly great! Trapped in a difficult situation, Li Qingshan did not panic. Instead, he found a strange sense of novelty about it all, amazed by this wondrous move.
Mo Yu gazed at Northmoon in the painting with utter delight. Nothing was more satisfying than watching his enemy being reduced to a tiny painting. He looked into the west at Gu Yanying who stood in the pavilion.
Yanying, do you see this? I’ve won this battle! You may be the cleverest woman I’ve ever seen, but even you can’t anticipate everything.
Northmoon was far too fast. Mo Yu had no confidence in being able to suck him into the painting. He had bided his time for so long before grasping the opportunity and establishing his victory in a single stroke.
Li Qingshan observed the white world quietly and gradually noticed that it was not pure-white, but slightly yellowed, like an ancient painting that had stood the test of time.
Bah, doesn’t tha
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