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!
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
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 14
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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