Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Before she got too far, an oppressive aura violently shook the surroundings. The Super Donkeys were in a frenzy as Feng Yu struggled to keep them in control.
When Yaomu Shou felt this aura, her eyes narrowed as she looked up to the skies, “Uncle Yan, what’s the meaning of this!?”
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In the sky above, the void cracked as two aged demons stepped through, one of which wore a fierce gaze.
The younger of the two wasn’t particularly pensive, but the older one was the source from which pressure radiated endlessly at the moment. He appeared as if he was already in combat mode, ready to make a move even though his cauldrons weren’t out.
Shen Ling was under strain as she stared at this stranger above her with venomous eyes. Her knees were visibly shaking, not from fear but from what she felt him levying against her.
It was obvious the bulk of his pressure was assaulting her and the disparity in the cultivation gap was enough to instil physical harm.
As an Abyss Ghost, there were moves she could employ to offset this pressure. However, if she did anything like that, then Long Di would be left alone against the pressure, and she doubted that this person had his best interest at heart.
“Uncle Yan, you haven’t answered me yet,” stated Yaomu Shou.
“Young miss, I have to advise you to distance yourself from these people,” Uncle Yan replied.
“Uncle Yan, you would dare hurt the people I have set my sights o—”
Uncle Yan waved his hand, cutting her off, and advised her of the reason for his actions. “Young miss, hear me out! I have reasons to believe that this young woman is an Abyss Ghost!”
“What!?” Yaomu Shou was shocked when she heard this. She looked at Shen Ling, who was staring back at them without saying anything.
Her expression neither denied nor confirmed his statement. But in such a situation wasn’t silence the same as tacitly agreeing with him?
Furthermore, Shen Ling’s features didn’t match with any known subraces under the demon race either. Sure, hundreds of subraces were included under the banner of the demon race, how
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