My Three Wives Are Beautiful Vampires - Chapter 694 : Hierarchy And 700 Years Of Accumulated Frustration 2

The world has fallen, overrun by the dead. Hailey and Ronan have one goal.Survive.But in a world where danger lurks around every corner, survival isn’t just about dodging zombies.They must travel together through highways choked with the dead and cities crawling with danger. They fight to survive. Every mile is a gamble with scarce supplies, hostile survivors, and the relentless undead.In a world where trust is dead, can they make it to the other side alive?>>>“You can't kill something that's already dead, Hailey-Jade. The dead don't die anymore. It lives.”

I’m a short blind loser who can’t even walk or see properly without the sword?Yes… That’s exactly itBut that doesn’t mean the sword is my main body…!

Should an untalented guy like me die?Then I’m going to die.I will die as you so desire.After dying, I will challenge the world again.Until I kill this tr*sh-like world!

Collecting legendary antiques, retracing the mysterious martial arts. From the moment he activated his cheat, Casio knew that he was no longer ordinary.[Legendary Antiques: Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant]Seventy years ago, in the North Flow Country of the Hong Li Federation, at the Wind Elephant Gate Youth Training Camp.“Li Wei, you are a coward! On the day your sister was brutally murdered, you were trembling in a corner! On the night of the Sect Destruction War, you disgracefully fled! During the many long years of revenge, you missed the opportunity again and again!”“Now let me teach you what bravery is, let me tell you how to turn suffering into your power. I hope at the moment you behead your enemy, you will remember: you are a man, an upright man!”The taboo era, hidden legends. A Foggy continent paralyzed by the sealed land. Countless brilliant antiquities wail in the ruins.I will witness your lost legends in the mist, the knights in the sky, the ghosts in the desert, the rats in the mud. The direction of sword fights points to the light, and flowers will grow where bullets fall. The winds of history will eventually sweep away the rubbish from the era's gravesite.