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!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
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
Chapter 1406: Summon, Heavenly Mandate Battle Armor!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
"Hurry and leave this place! It's now very dangerous, and the formation's core has been activated, sending even stronger attacks toward this place. In twelve seconds, a Stop Gate will be passing through the northwest. Once you enter there, your combined strength should be able to hold out while the formation gate takes you to the edge of the formation, allowing you to escape this disaster!"
Wang Chong's voice resounded, and then, clap! Wang Chong pressed down his palm, sending a vast stream of Stellar Energy into the middle-aged martial artist, rapidly restoring his reserves.
"Here are a few pills to help you out. You'll have to depend on yourself for the rest."
Wang Chong threw over several white pills the size of pigeon eggs and turned to leave. Time was short, and Wang Chong was confident that he would have to face even greater dangers if he wanted to reach the core and break the formation.
Not only would more martial artists die, even he and his master would find it difficult to survive.
"Brother, wait a moment! What is Brother's honored name?"
The middle-aged martial artist tried to stop Wang Chong, but in a flash of light, Wang Chong was gone into the next formation gate. The martial artist was left stunned and speechless.
"Big Bro, I recognize him…" said a whisper at his ear. "That man was the fake Young Master Qingyang, Zhang Wenfu's disciple and also the Great Tang's King of Foreign Lands, Wang Chong!"
"What? The King of Foreign Lands? That's him?!"
The words of his sworn brother had Zhang Shangwu flabbergasted.
"The one that Freeman Wujin told us to go and join…"
"That's him!" the unaffiliated martial artist firmly said.
The group became speechless, an eerie silence reigning.
……
Wang Chong continued on his way deeper into the core of the formation, but his steps gradually began to slow.
The closer he got to the core, the more dangerous it became, and the stronger the traps.
Boomboomboom!
St
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