Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
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
That was what Gu Yanying thought inside before seeing Li Qingshan punching the space in front of him viciously without any hesitation as soon as he realised what she said. Striking the enemy was extremely difficult, but how easy would it be to miss?
Even if he struck the Corpse King, it could not cause any lethal damage, so he might as well as see just what fantastic plan this bird woman had in mind!
I think I shattered something?
Li Qingshan could vaguely make out a shattering sound.
The sound was extremely gentle, like the hum of a mosquito. However, if he settled down and listened closely, it was like the sky had collapsed, enough to shake his soul.
The invisible space was like a transparent, glass container. Black cracks criss-crossed and littered the space like lightning. They were as fleeting as lightning, closing up and vanishing.
The Corpse King’s huge withered hand, enveloped in rolling corpse qi, swept through the air like a black cloud before looming over it. It was completely unaffected by the shockwave.
It seems useless!
As Li Qingshan thought of that, a piece was suddenly cut away from the “black cloud” above his head. The cut was so smooth and straight that it seemed like someone had carried it out with a ruler.
Silently, three pillar-like fingers were cut off, falling out of the sky.
Li Qingshan moved out of the way, avoiding the fingers, only to see the cuts were smooth and neat, surpassing anything that any weapon could achieve. It also left him stumped. What is going on?
When he gazed at the sky closely, he discovered that while the cracks the shockwave created had vanished, a long, slender trajectory remained.
Due to being overly thin, he was unable to notice it if he were not paying attention. It was probably even thinner than a hair on the Corpse King, if he had hair.
The black thread was not a regular pitch-black or inky-black. Instead, it could not be described with words. It seemed to suck away all light. Simply by looking at it, it felt like his field of vision had been carved up.
It was like a rip in a
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