Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
Nightmare Assault
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1121- Black Mist Formation
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 591: Uncle and Nephew (3)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 217: Stone Paintings
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 295: Twelve People
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1120- Team buff
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 921: Annihilating an Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1119- Drifting Gold Eyes
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 590: Uncle and Nephew (2)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 18: The Vengeance of the Rats!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 294: New City
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 216: Do You Feel Uncomfortable?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1118- Space exception
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 920: First Kill
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 919: Broken Mirror
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1117- Sudden addition of people
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 589: Uncle and Nephew (1)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3814: Revisiting an Old Place
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 293: Door
A demon tribe settlement stood quietly on the desolate north plain. Whether the demon tribe in this settlement knew about human customs and liked it, or they purely wanted to mock humans, they had wind chimes hanging in front of their respective tents. Usually, when the wind blew, the sound of wind chimes echoed.
The desolate north was windy, so when the sound of wind chimes rang again today, the demon tribes in the settlement did not feel that it was anything special.
However, after a moment, a demon walked out of a tent and coincidentally looked up. Looking towards the distance, he discovered a giant wave coming from the north. The demon's expression changed drastically, and he shouted angrily, "Run!"
At the end of his line of sight, the massive wave was akin to a surging flood, continuing to advance forward. The terrifying aura layered upon itself as it pushed forward. Strangely enough, as that horrifying air billow advanced, it did not crush the wild grass as expected but rather pressed it down, preventing it from lifting its head.
The demons transformed into their original forms and ran towards the distance with strange cries. Their dwellings were torn apart by the terrifying air billow, and nothing could withstand it for even a moment. Everything in the world, except for the grass, turned into powder.
On the vast plain of the desolate north, there were countless demon tribe settlements, and also countless demons. As that massive air billow continued to advance across the plain, countless demons began to run. Not a single demon had the thought of resisting this air billow because the terrifying air billow carried not only the terror of death but also two powerful wills. One of them was extremely familiar; it belonged to the Demon Emperor. The other was somewhat unfamiliar, but both wills were actually the same -- both equally terrifying and irresistible.
The demons exerted all their effort to run across the grassland. Some demons ran for a long time, before gradually running out of energy in the end, and
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