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
Following the place where he had disappeared a year ago, the spirit guide led him to Tark Stronghold, though it wasn’t the reconstructed Tark Stronghold but the old one that had been devoured by Shrouding Fog several years back.
Walking through the corridors of the now-empty fortress, he was unsurprisingly led to the communication room. At the same time, he took a small sip of the bitter serum, which hastened his red blood cell production once more. This made him feel a little better.
He had only teleported into the space governed by Shrouding Fog—from a certain perspective, he hadn’t even walked at all—but even so, he had depleted a sizable amount of his blood.
Meanwhile, the spirit guide began moving haphazardly once more.
The time the spirit guide stopped at a location seemed to correlate to how long Alicia lingered in the area, just that it was greatly shortened. Roel ended up stopping in this fortress for quite a while.
Has it been a few hours? Or half a day?
The dark environment blurred Roel’s grasp of time.
He continued to diligently follow the spirit guide. After what seemed to be hours of traversing the massive Tark Stronghold, the spirit guide emanated a brilliant glow, and his body was enveloped by the white fog once more.
This time around, when the white fog dissipated, Roel was stunned by the barren scenery before him.
“This is…” he murmured with raised eyebrows.
He had been brought to an unfamiliar land with no traces of civilization at all. There was hardly any greenery around him, either.
He had always known that the Sia Continent was massive. As a matter of fact, the territories occupied by humankind were insignificant compared to the Sia Continent’s total landmass. It wasn’t surprising that there were places he didn’t recognize.
What baffled him was the fact that Alicia had come to a place like this.
Fortunately, someone seemed to recognize this location.
“This was probably the main battlefield back then,” Grandar suddenly remarked.
“You recognize this place?” Roel asked.
“I didn’t
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