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
Li Qingshan glanced back at the Gate of Xuanpin before walking off, choosing a path and venturing off into the depths of this Blood maze with determination.
Every chamber had several doorways. He stopped in every chamber and produced the same amount of clones, venturing off into different chambers.
Up ahead, he heard the sounds of talking, so Li Qingshan raised his guard and approached them slowly. He entered a new chamber. As he gazed out, there was actually a demonfolk settlement.
Even though he had already prepared himself mentally, he still widened his eyes, unable to hide his surprise.
The demon city populated by a hundred million demonfolk he had just seen recently was far greater than any city he had witnessed in his past and present life. It even had a science fiction vibe of postmodernism to it.
Yet the demonfolk settlement right before him was even more primitive than the primitive tribes of cannibals. There was no proper structure, or more accurately, there was not even a shanty box. Regardless of their age or gender, all of them were unclothed.
Bare naked, they either walked around or stood, sat around or laid down, atop the flesh.
Several thousand demonfolk were scattered in the large space in groups of threes and fives. This entire place was covered in fungus, forming bright-red and plump clusters that glistened with light.
Some of the demonfolk were tasked with collecting them. Actually, that could not be described as a task at all. They shoved them into their mouths as soon as they picked them, filling themselves after just eating a few before laying down lazily, exactly where they were, to rest. That must have been their source of food and moisture.
There were other demonfolk doing what they loved, panting and grunting and moaning away. The others did not even look at them, feeling neither embarrassed nor tempted. Some of them even found it noisy, curling up in a corner to sleep as they cussed away.
However, regardless of what they did, whether it was eating, sleeping, or breeding, all of
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