Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Li Qingshan could not help but furrow his brows. Despite knowing that mad woman for all these years, he never developed any sense of attachment or even familiarity. There was only deep disgust.
He had been constantly in search of an opportunity to kill her, but she never gave him the reason to do so. Instead, she worked with him multiple times, lending him a hand when he needed it.
Just like now.
He needed to find her in this colossal demon city, even with a tremendous number of demonfolk stirring up fate.
He was forced to slow down, following the vague feeling as he moved between the skyscrapers.
The streets were mostly empty, and the few pedestrians maintained their distance from one another cautiously.
Li Qingshan found this quite strange. In the past, all the demonfolk he had seen were on the battlefield, yet now, they seemed no different from regular people. Even the demon qi they gave off assimilated with the demon city, such that they seemed nothing special.
He stepped through a puddle, and the neon lights flickered. He made his way through the cold rainy night alone, suddenly feeling rather bleak.
It had already been many years since he felt that emotion, so he could not help but contemplate it closely. He thought of Sukhāvatī, that enthusiastic square, and the joyful people. They were so happy that it seemed like a dream.
Now that they had woken up from the dream, the people walked alone with indifference, guarding against one another.
This kind of contrast was far too great. He could not help but listen closely, wanting to hear something. He widened his eyes as he tried to search for certain scenes.
As a result, he heard countless moans, curses, and sobs, lurking in the depths of this concrete jungle. A tragedy unfolded in every window.
“This damned place!”
Suddenly, he heard the wails and cries of help of a woman, as well as the cruel laughter and excited breathing of a few men. It was nearby.
His patience was running low. In just this short while, he had already heard enough of these shitt
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