Zhang Yaoyang truly couldn't understand.
Even in death, he wanted to be a ghost who understood.
The massive Apocalypse Tank, as huge as a land cruiser, stopped not far from him.
Zhao Tianba's voice, carrying a hint of ease, relief, and even a bit of credit-claiming, came through the loudspeaker:
LitRPG / Sci-fi
LitRPG / Sci-fi
Xuanhuan / Supernatural
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Urban / Supernatural
Urban / Sci-fi
Xuanhuan / Supernatural
LitRPG / Sci-fi
LitRPG / Adventure
Urban / Sci-fi
Urban / Supernatural