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!
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
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Rumble!
The land was devastated, the trees dried and shriveled, while churning dark clouds swept over the land. This sort of gloomy and apocalyptic atmosphere engulfed the entire world.
In a corner of this land stood a ruined city. It was like a small boat amidst raging waves, alone and dark. Its collapse was imminent.
The walls had already collapsed in many places, scattering eroded bricks across the ground.
And in the mud outside the city, a youth in ragged clothing, his body covered in wounds, crawled on the ground as he struggled on death's door.
His breathing was weak, and there were such long pauses between movements that he already seemed dead. But the occasional arching of his spine indicated that he still lived.
…Even if this life was like a guttering candle that could go out at any moment.
This ruined city with shattered walls was called Chang'an. Apparently, it had once been the birthplace of many mighty civilizations and empires.
At present, it was now the place where the Han of the Central Plains were having their last gasp.
This youth crawling on the ground was called Li Taiyi. In this apocalyptic world, he was the lowliest existence.
"Trash!"
As Li Taiyi crawled like an ant on the ground, he endured the savage lashings of a stalwart Hu man.
Pa! Pa! Pa! Li Taiyi's clothes were made even more ragged, and the skin of his body broke open, spilling out blood.
Hungry!
Too hungry!
He was so hungry that he didn't have the power to resist. Only when his gaze passed over the whip-wielding Hu was there an imperceptible flash of hatred in Li Taiyi's eyes, and an intense sorrow.
The disease had attacked the vitals, and there was no cure!
He alone could do nothing to change the situation!
"Hahaha, this is the Han…"
As he watched the blood-drenched Li Taiyi tremble under the lashing of the whip, the Hu smugly laughed, and he tightened the grip on his whip and began to strike even harder.
Seemingly thinking that the whip wasn't good enough, the Hu suddenly kicked Li Taiyi in the face.
Thump!
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