Three thousand young warriors from Qingzhou were buried in foreign lands during the battle at Wolong Valley.
Wei Cang crawled out of a mound of corpses. He should have been dead.
A resentment fruit formed from the malice of countless dead souls pulled him back from the gates of death, while also driving the obsessions of three thousand spirits into his bones.
From that day on, his body was as cold as ice, his murderous urges flared easily, and his wounds healed unnaturally fast, but he was constantly tormented by resentment that gnawed at his mind.
The great river rolls on, with scorched earth stretching everywhere.
He will make every traitor pay in blood.
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One carries a grudge, and the other carries a secret. Brother, help me capture Anyang County
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Brother, help me and return to Dongcang!
Brother, help me and fight back to Dongcang
I accept everyone's criticism. If you like it, feel free to follow it. There are many manuscripts saved.
If you like it, feel free to follow it, there are many manuscripts saved
It's okay to write. Can you just update one chapter?
If you like it, feel free to follow it and save a lot of manuscripts
One carries a grudge, and the other carries a secret. Brother, help me capture Anyang County
I like the author's style, which is not pretentious. There are fewer articles like this nowadays. Can you just update one chapter a day? More updates@#