The Dormant Lord of Storms

Aside from Kainara's matter.

Li Miao also received a response from Ryan. Ryan had brought some weapons, props, combat techniques, and other items from his personal collection to express his gratitude.

Naturally, Li Miao was delighted. Many of the things Ryan had given him were unavailable on Candlewood Island, and he could trade them to other players for quite a bit of candlewax.

However, he also advised Ryan not to take the matter too seriously. Improving his strength and exploring were what mattered most.

At the same time.

Within the pitch-black, foul-smelling waterways.

Wang Dao pinned down an Abyssal Ghoul with a savage expression, using it to slowly pull his body free from the minced flesh. The incomparably warm texture of the meat pulp made the veins on his forehead throb.

"Fuck your mother..."

"This is seriously..."

"Disgusting!!!"

Wang Dao ground his teeth. Covered head to toe in bloody minced flesh, he looked like a vicious ghost crawling out of hell.

At last, after much effort, he freed up his hands. He immediately switched places with the Abyssal Ghoul, then stripped off his clothes in utter disgust, intending to wash himself in the water nearby.

But the sickly green-and-yellow water made him stop, and its stench was even more terrifying to behold.

After his lips twitched for a moment, he could only take a deep breath, put his clothes back on, and force down his discomfort.

Looking at the rotten chunks of corpses and the pitch-black cave waterways, Wang Dao's expression darkened.

"Corruption again... So the Lord of Storms had been secretly messing with this stuff behind the scenes. Looks like It isn't entirely dependent on Fallen Fire Twilight either..."

Wang Dao narrowed his eyes.

Previously, fed up with constantly stewing in cans aboard the Twilight Ark, he had