The Lord of Taibai Water

The world was destroyed, the apocalypse descended, a new era began, and the right to survive as a Lord was granted to every person.
Domains, Heroes, Troops, Treasures, Resources—all of the countless servers constructed by the myriad continents were opened up.
Qin Muye looked at his panel, which was akin to cannon fodder, and his domain with its damaged suffix, and felt a strong urge to cry but no tears would come.
No divine talent, no hidden hints, no overpowered Profession.
"If that's the case, then I'll just have to adapt and live in a different way."

Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?

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"According to the latest data, starting yesterday, the area of the Time Channel shrank by one percent, and this ratio is gradually increasing, and the speed is getting faster," Black Hand immediately sent the corresponding data to Qin Muye.


"There's one more day left, looks like I need to get ready soon." Qin Muye knew that the other party was giving Qin Muye a choice, whether to go back or stay, there would definitely be an attack, and Heavenly Net also needed to prepare.


"The Spark Source Fragment seems to be the key to the 8th-tier Terminator, just... damn... got tricked," Qin Muye suddenly realized.


"So what's the confidence of Heavenly Net? An 8th-tier Terminator?"


Chapter 338: The Closed Time Channel