Author: Oilinstor

Amid the chaotic noise, one of the three men who ran over, a well-dressed Âu Châu man in a white shirt, said to Yang Zicang: “Greetings, we are from the Weiting Travel Merchant Association. Would you like to accept our suggestion? “ Before Yang Zicang could speak, Captain Long Qiula scolded them coldly. “Do you…

In the increasingly placid, gentle sea, the iron-hulled wooden boat followed the guidance of the light, drawing near to a solitary, towering structure that emerged from the deep waters. The silhouette of this building, under the illumination of the light on its summit, seemed indistinct and blurry. “Let’s figure out the exact route from here…

On the table, Yang Zicang lifted his head from the crook of his arm, opened his eyes, and glanced at the clock. He then walked out to the deck to retrieve the rope, but at the touch, it erupted with a crackling, lightning-like shock of shattered ice, causing his hand to recoil as if zapped.…

The Malignant Shadow tried to dive back into the sea floor, but it was already too late. {Ya~ Baba~ } The Malignant Shadow’s final act was a furious throttling of Aqiang, whom it had ensnared. Pat-pat-pat-pat! Rings of crisp ripples spread across the sea as the kelp-like, flattened Malignant Shadow fractured into several segments. Even…

In the last hour or more of the Demon Hero Hall, besides meeting with friends, many had also sent Yang Zicang off with gifts and supplies. In the end, he chose to accept only a portion of them. It was like embarking on a journey from which one might never return; the entire village and…

The immensely ancient and familiar sound of ocean waves echoes in his ears. Blearily, the one in the water believes himself still at the seabed. “Memoirs… the past… “ “Little brother… 26 years old… “ Yang Zicang suddenly snaps his eyes open. The viscous seawater beside his ear gushes into his ear canal. His small…