The Secret of Ascension

The rhythmic, eerie knocking, along with that one line the strange beings in the room would never forget for as long as they lived—"Is anyone there?"—circled above the city for nearly four whole months.

He Zhao's behavior could only be described in three words: he had gone kill-crazy!

He really did go door to door, absolutely refusing to let even a needle or thread slip by. Anything that could provide Root Qi, no matter how deeply it was hidden, he would dig three feet into the ground, unearth it, suck it dry, wring it clean, and leave not a single drop behind.

To be fair, such brutal conduct caused every strange being in the city to unite in hatred, swearing to settle life and death with this fiend.

And then his face flushed red with excitement.

Was there anything in the world more delightful than a delivery showing up at your door?

No!

And so, the strange beings were slaughtered until they threw away their helmets and armor, howling as they fled.

They had overestimated their own strength and underestimated the uninvited guest who had barged in.

Too brutal!

With one move of scattering dirt, the other side instantly plunged the overall condition of all the strange beings into a slump.

Especially that yellow earth that could suppress everyone—it was as if it cost him nothing, scattered out handful after handful.

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After that, the scene was too horrible to look at.

Draped in the Paper Dragon, someone held a coffin lid in one hand and a Spirit Tablet in the other, attacking from both sides as he violently beat up the delivery boxes that dared come to surround him.

A true case of one man holding the pass against ten thousand. In any