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?

Black lightning tore through the massive void, and Zhou Ji was in full battle readiness, unleashing various secret techniques continuously as if they cost him nothing, causing the aura around him and Zhou Hai to climb steadily.


Above the long spear in Zhou Hai's hand, a Divine Dragon materialized, its presence surging like the ocean waves.


A huge shadow emerged from the void, each step exuding a frightening distortion.


Upon seeing this, Zhou Hai immediately launched an attack, the long spear and the Divine Dragon merged into one. In just an instant, the adversary had closed in, the spear fell, and a smile appeared on his corner of his mouth.


Even the mighty ones of this era would be either severely injured or dead after this move, let alone a demon.


Overwhelming spiritual power burst forth, sweeping across the desolate Baijing State region, terrifying explosions rising continuously, as if everything had been obliterated.


Chapter 492: Minor Black Hole, Precision Strike