The Strongest War God - Chapter 1148 - : Exploration in the Wilderness, Killing Intent Everywhere

My name is Joelson, and I traversed across the world. I arrived at a continent of sword and magic and became a noble sorcerer.

Xiao Xiang Zi, a cloud spirit in heaven, and Chu Kong mess up the red strings of fate by accident during their brawl.

“Shit... Why did it have to be this?”I thought I had time.Time to explore this brutal, unforgiving world.Time to understand the soulsborne death game novel Echoes of Agony.But no. Fate had other plans.I woke up to a realm of madness... a cursed world where death is just another beginning.And worst of all, I woke up as an Extra that died right in the first chapter.The rules are stacked against me. The world is out to crush me.Everywhere hides an enemy, every step could be my last.How can I change it?How do I survive This Forsaken World...In a world where only one rule reign supreme“ Evolve.. ”Or you're nothing good but Dead....

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.