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
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 316: Ghost Face
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 238: Beep
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1158- Jumping into the river
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 937: The Eight Gates Banners
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1157- End of the street
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 10.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 612: Allowing It Once or Twice
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
A crescent moon illuminated the lone city. Each of them went through a long journey, facing the mountains of blades and the seas of fire from hell, traversing the endless abyss of Ruin’s End, returning home once more.
They had a thousand words for each other, but none of it needed to be said. They just needed to share a glance, a smile. With that, all of their thoughts and all of their pain would receive solace.
He no longer needed to sink into thought or roar furiously, setting aside the burden on him and stopping to gaze at the sky.
On this warm night, he fell asleep peacefully in her lap, sinking into a lighter dream once more.
Under the pale-white moon, Xiao An caressed his face gently. She gripped a long string of prayer beads and informed the other heavenly kings about the return of the “demon king”.
The Daemonic Beast realm.
The huge kun moved its wing-like fins fervently, diving towards the deeper ocean. It was riddled with wounds, having just escaped a hunt. The cries of dragons continued to echo in its ears.
The ocean had always been the territory of the dragon clan. If they had a blacklist of most unwelcome visitors, kunpengs definitely would have ranked first.
For the sake of cultivation, she was unable to leave the ocean, so she spent much of her time running and hiding. Who knew how many close scrapes with death she had already. She did not seem particularly free at all.
In this natural world of the survival of the fittest, anything that was not an apex predator had to be prepared to become prey some time, some day. This was the price for “freedom”, not something that the weak could endure.
She paused in a great valley to rest. When she received the news, she smiled. “As long as you’re back!”
A pair of cold eyes suddenly lit up in the depths of the valley. Thousands of tentacles extended out from a crack slowly, without causing any disturbances in the water, enveloping her like a net.
A new round of hunting began again…
The Asura realm.
The wind and dust swept the banners as the war drum
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