Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
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
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
Within the deep and dark cavern, only a single beam of light poured in. Li Qingshan lay within the shattered rock with his limbs sprawled out. He saw stars.
Every inch of his body moaned; every single nerve cried out. Even his soul was heavily injured, unable to even move a finger. It just trembled away extremely quickly. Even his face was rather blurred. He silently digested the power behind that punch.
“Taowu’s” strength was far too great. He could basically crush everything.
He had almost been disabled by that punch. If Tu Wancheng had not been as confident and followed up with a few more punches, he really would have been beaten to death.
Even to him, there was no such thing as safety in such a large-scale battle, let alone confidence in absolute victory.
But fortunately, he had grown accustomed to this a long time ago. He wandered on the verge of death time and time again, chasing after hope in despair.
The fighting spirit in his eyes became even heavier. So what if he had been launched away by a punch? He only needed to climb up and keep going. The soldiers were still fighting a bloody battle up ahead. He had never suspected whether they could carry his order out to the very end.
He endured the urge to stand up immediately and rush out. He needed to wait for his wounds to recover, so he sought help in the meantime. “Xiao An, if you still don’t come, I’m going to be beaten to death soon.”
A Skull Prayer Bead rolled out from his clothes, turning into a tiny Skeleton Demon. It let out a strange cackle as its teeth clashed, spitting out a stream of Samādhi Flames of White Bone that formed two words in the air. “I’m here.’
Li Qingshan smiled. Now that was his true trump card. He had not joined this battle to die.
The small world circulated even faster. Earth, fire, wind, and water cycled endlessly, rapidly healing him from body to soul.
At the same time, dim, blue light flickered in his eyes, forming a delicate hexagon like two tiny pieces of the Spirit Turtle’s Profound Shell. He used the Profound Light Illuminates All to o
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