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
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 306: Malice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 228: Surrounded
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1139.5- Ice Corridor (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1139- Ice Corridor
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 670 - Descend, O Crawling Chaos
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 76: Split
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 27: The Cruel Truth
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 601: There's Nothing Easy in Life, so Everything Is Difficult
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 305: Do Not Open
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 227: Conscience
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1138- Time is of the essence
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 315 - My Turn To Lay Waste To A City
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 668 - The Angel Exterminates Demons
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3819: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Strength
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 600: The Son Doesn't Know the Father
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
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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