On The Path Of Cultivation To Become God - Chapter 102: They Just Have To Wait

This was a fragmented and disorganized world, this was a place that had been forgotten.

Five billion people in the world traveled to the killing world at the same time!

There were tens of thousands of races and demons here!

The law of existence was killing!

Endless killing!

How could humans find an opportunity to save the blue star in the killing world?

Dick activated the talent plundering system!

Congratulations on your gaining the level C talent, rage!

Congratulations on your gaining the level B talent, element!

Congratulations on your gaining the level A talent, space!

Congratulations on your gaining the level S talent, time!

Congratulations on your gaining level SS talent, retract!

Congratulations on your gaining level SSS talent, creating creatures!

Since then, Dick had embarked on a path of endless harvest.

She, a renowned assassin of the 21st century, actually crossed over to become Su Manor’s most useless good-for-nothing Fourth Miss.

He, Jin Empire’s imperial highness, was an emotionless overbearing demonic tyrant with unrivaled talent.

Everyone knew that she was idiotic and good-for-nothing and bullied her as they pleased. But only he, the overbearing tyrant with the discerning eye, wouldn’t let go of her even if his life depended on it.

For the time being, let’s just see how the stubborn versus stubborn clash and play out in this good show of the chaser and the chased.

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We were a peaceful people living in harmony with nature in the vast lands of Lyréanor, but this peace was short-lived when our people were defeated by the dark elves, an ancient people even older than this world. It is said that they arrived in Lyréanor by boat and since their arrival, chaos has been unleashed. Proud of their obscure power, derived from dark rituals, they have raised gigantic armies of monsters whose name is synonymous with terror: ‘Obscurus’.They went on the rampage, and everywhere they went the grass didn't grow back, life died and disintegrated. Seven, there were seven. The seven dark elves known as the Lords of the Apocalypse. A single gesture from them was enough to strike us all down, a single gesture from one of them was enough to decimate us in blood and terror.And as I, Foster, contemplate the macabre scene before me, the bloodied and deformed bodies of my fellow elfes beings, and as death grips my soul, a strange sign appeared before me.[Ding... Activation of the world tree system]