Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3819: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Strength
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 600: The Son Doesn't Know the Father
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
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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