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!
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
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Black Cloud city was silent. White snow drifted through the air. Many soldiers idled on the streets, still discussing the army-wide military competition that had just concluded recently.
Normally, the battles would have started already. The lengthy ranks of soldiers would collide like gnashing teeth as the opposing armies tore at one another, using their hot-bloodedness to melt the remaining snow and ice. The city would be in full swing, constantly fighting, resting and then fighting again, either reduced to white bones or achieving success with their own two hands, paving the great path of cultivation for them.
Perhaps there was fear, but there was even more eagerness. However, it was surprisingly disappointing today. Not a single demonfolk had appeared, even until now.
Everyone guessed that it was probably related to the fact that Cold Blood pass had been massacred and the Demon domain had not replenished their troops yet. It was impossible for them to kill their way into the Demon domain, so all they could do was wait.
As a result, only the Pure Land sect continued to work. The Upraised Light abbot even set aside the matter of cultivation, using this opportunity to purify demonic souls and shrink the Demon domain’s territory. He did not have any time to convert Li Qingshan either.
In this peaceful atmosphere, the captain of the Scorching Fire army, “first senior brother” Li Liehuo became more and more restless and uneasy. He needed to make the flames burn, to kill to his heart’s content, or it would be painful.
The patterns of flames flowed under his well-defined muscles like raging magma, lighting up and dimming with his breathing. His veins popped, and his muscles bulged.
No one imagined that the thing which the first senior brother who had a personality like fire had to do the most was actually exercise restraint, constantly exercising restraint, either erupting in restraint or smothering out in restraint. He constantly tasted the sensation of smothering out, which was being reduced to a pile of ashes.
If he relinqui
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