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
The egg passed through the black smoke and dust formed from the volcanic ash and hurled into the air. Its upward velocity gradually decreased before finally coming to a halt and falling downwards into the embrace of the earth.
With a bang, it smashed into the grey, rocky ground, leaving behind a ditch.
A few hours ago, the volcano subsided, the lava slowly cooled, and the volcanic ash settled down. The egg laid quietly in the ditch.
Smack! A droplet of water landed on the ground. Swish! A storm descended.
White mist from the rainwater permeated the surroundings. When the rain fell into the crater, it evaporated into steam. Streaks of white steam and smoke emerged from each volcano, like warning beacons.
The volcanic cluster that originally symbolised terror and destruction actually possessed a wondrous, otherworldly aura, except the air became even stuffier and more humid than before.
When the rain let up slightly, over a dozen figures appeared on the ground. They only wore shorts, their exposed figures strong and robust. Their yellowish-brown skin was covered in colour. Who knew whether they were tattoos or drawings, giving off a savage and wild aura.
The Mist province had always been known as the land of the southern barbarians, and the people who lived in the jungle of the Mist province were obviously known as barbarians. All of the barbarians carried a basket on their backs. They held a long pole in their hands, where the tip was a metal hook.
At first sight, they seemed like a group of scavengers; this was not far off from the reality. However, they did not scavenge garbage or trash, but the rocks that erupted from the volcanoes.
The “scavengers” scattered, having a separate region to themselves. They all bent over and widened their eyes, searching across the ground. They used their poles to pry around before scooping items up and rubbing them firmly. If they were regular rocks, then they would directly cast them aside. If they possessed a shine or a sparkly gleam, they would beam with joy and toss it into the
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