Author: Oilinstor

–Lü… Xinjun.– Zhao Yun, whose arm had just been reattached by a gentle woman with a temperament akin to Zhou Chan, clenched his fingers on the black cherry long spear, making them crackle. In the short time he had returned to heal his wounds, Lü Xinjun was assassinated. The adversary employed unbelievable stealth techniques to…

Across the city, and even among the thirty-plus cities watching this place, everyone was captivated by this ultra-long-distance financing Moxel voice. –Li Mi?– –Who is that?– People in some cities were surprised to find that they had heard the voice of the financing proclamation without any referral or acceptance of the –Super Financing from the…

At the gate of Demon Hero Hall, the moment Yang Zicang appeared at the opposite side of the corridor bridge before the water. Swoosh! A beam of light fell from the sky. Golden-red phantom flames burst from Yang Zicang’s body as he forcibly caught that beam of light! [I, the great quadrilateral, have offset 39996N!]…

The aura of the Death Prelude erupted in a concentrated burst. Yang Zicang silently sensed the phantom of the Mo Ying Hall, which was violently shaking and shifting around in every direction. Without the Grey Crow presiding over it, it moved chaotically in response to his perception of the Death Prelude. His sight always appeared…

In the dark land of the spiritual world, gale winds howled. Behind the black-feathered figure named Grey Crow, ink-like afterimages trailed, while psychic feathers drifted and dissipated. He walked across the dark highland plain. Ahead, a solitary wooden cabin gradually emerged. A woman in a black veil robe, who had been gripping the shoulder of…

Zhao Yun and the Folded-Line Skeleton had already clashed for several rounds, locked in a deadlock. –It’s like a dog facing a turtle shell—no way to bite through.- Watching their back-and-forth duel, Yang Zicang found himself gradually awed by Zhao Yun’s combat skills. This guy was definitely a trained professional; his spear danced like a…

{The purpose of the Death Prologue is to prepare people for future crises. Yet those who possess this bloodline ability are considered unlucky.} A hand resembling a gray crow’s claw is raised in the scene. The scene plays as if fast-forwarded, with a dozen flickering images overlapping and appearing around. Yang Zicang sees that one…

The sky gradually brightened, dim light filtering through the glass-like force field onto the giant beast’s carcass. From the monster’s wounds flowed blood mixed with pale green and vivid red; the stench was carried away by the wind scraping across the force field. Beside the opened treasure chest, before drifting off to sleep, Diudiu murmured…

Yang Zicang had been standing by the toilet the whole time. It looked like someone under confinement was studying the only toilet they possessed. In truth, his mental perception had nearly traced out the entire structural route connecting the flush toilet to the septic tank, mapping it in his spiritual world. Amid the mental comfort…

Inside Competition City. Yang Qian and his group stumbled out of the room, completely exhausted. –Wow, so many people.– He had thought his own gang was already a force of some scale in the city, but he never expected so many people to be gathered on the platform ahead. A figure waving a colorful scroll…