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!
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
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
The sky was sunken. The lead-like clouds weighed heavily as if they could directly blanket the sea of trees. It was as dark as night.
A streak of light shot across the sky. A man of short stature rode on his sword. He was not tall, but he had a square face and a wide mouth, giving off a sense of valiance. The sword beneath his feet happened to be an arcane treasure.
The streak of light landed on the ground, and the man sheathed his sword. Looking over, he saw Savage mountain towering into the clouds, but when he wanted to take a deeper look, all he saw was surging mist, sealing off the entire place. Even his soul sense could not penetrate the mist.
This is the Mist Sea Formation of Eight Directions! That old monster Zuo really died to him. Even his protective formation has been uprooted and taken away. It hasn’t even been a month, but those renowned figures of the south have all been either slaughtered or forced into swearing the blood oath, becoming his servants. The Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga truly lives up to its reputation. Just how powerful is this Li Qingshan?
The man wondered. Right when he was about to take a step forward, he suddenly looked back, gripping his sword in caution.
A green cloud passed through the cloud layer, also drifting towards Savage mountain.
The colour of the green cloud was not a verdant green or an inky green, but a brutal green. It surged about like it was alive and actually moved no slower than the man on his sword. It also landed before the valley in the blink of an eye.
The brutal-green cloud seemed even stranger. It surged about as if it wanted to lunge towards the man, producing a strange buzz like a man-eating monster. At a closer glance, it was no cloud at all, but thousands of tiny, green insects almost invisible to the naked eye.
“The Myriad Poison cult!” The man frowned.
“Cough, cough. Fellow Peng, aren’t you supposed to be drifting about on the sea? Why have you come to our southern region?”
A delicate voice rang out from the cloud of insects, and a tall, thin figure emerged. He was
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