White Barge Clear River

A spoonful of Jiangbaisu, a scroll of Kuhesu, and a bottle of syrup so sweet it's nauseating.
Stir the crucible, evaporate the moisture.
Drink down the pain, reap a new life.
In the lands of steampunk alchemy, demons run rampant, elements drift, heresy lurks.
Xia Zhou looks up to the Mage's Holy Place, immerses himself in studying toxins, forging his own path of magehood.
(This is not an invincible story. The invincible tag is system-generated and I can't remove it.)

My Rejuvenation Speed is A 'Little' Fast

Serites' silhouette appears in a corner of the surveillance video, hiding on a pyramid at the edge of Altar Square.


Another demon hunter is hiding on the pyramid opposite him.


Together, they guard the two entrances to the Altar Square, effectively trapping Naioksate in the square.


Rexasor glances at the surveillance image, spots his companions from the bird's eye view, "Naioksate is under the first row of the stone tower, on the cushion at the six o'clock direction. The second person from his right is Rena."


"Okay, I've locked in on him." Serites' pupils constrict as he fixes his gaze on Naioksate's figure, "What about the rest of the field?"


"Unchanged as usual– wait." Rexasor's words falter, his eyebrows knitting together in a frown, his tone ominous, "There's movement from Huli Leytunia. Let me check..."


The demon hunter monitoring Huli shares his viewpoint with Rexasor.


At this moment, Huli is also on Ring Island.


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