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 egg passed through the black smoke and dust formed from the volcanic ash and hurled into the air. Its upward velocity gradually decreased before finally coming to a halt and falling downwards into the embrace of the earth.
With a bang, it smashed into the grey, rocky ground, leaving behind a ditch.
A few hours ago, the volcano subsided, the lava slowly cooled, and the volcanic ash settled down. The egg laid quietly in the ditch.
Smack! A droplet of water landed on the ground. Swish! A storm descended.
White mist from the rainwater permeated the surroundings. When the rain fell into the crater, it evaporated into steam. Streaks of white steam and smoke emerged from each volcano, like warning beacons.
The volcanic cluster that originally symbolised terror and destruction actually possessed a wondrous, otherworldly aura, except the air became even stuffier and more humid than before.
When the rain let up slightly, over a dozen figures appeared on the ground. They only wore shorts, their exposed figures strong and robust. Their yellowish-brown skin was covered in colour. Who knew whether they were tattoos or drawings, giving off a savage and wild aura.
The Mist province had always been known as the land of the southern barbarians, and the people who lived in the jungle of the Mist province were obviously known as barbarians. All of the barbarians carried a basket on their backs. They held a long pole in their hands, where the tip was a metal hook.
At first sight, they seemed like a group of scavengers; this was not far off from the reality. However, they did not scavenge garbage or trash, but the rocks that erupted from the volcanoes.
The “scavengers” scattered, having a separate region to themselves. They all bent over and widened their eyes, searching across the ground. They used their poles to pry around before scooping items up and rubbing them firmly. If they were regular rocks, then they would directly cast them aside. If they possessed a shine or a sparkly gleam, they would beam with joy and toss it into the
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