Fight, Round 3~
Finally, after who knows how long, I managed to stab him in his thigh... but the demon cultivator was still swinging.
"Who is your leader!" I screamed at him... but I was on my knees, entirely worn-out.
What the f*ck. Seriously. Why am I so out of breath? Aren't cultivators supposed to have cultivated their bodies? Isn't past Jin Yahui supposed to be ultra cool?
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What the f*ck kind of laughter is that!
I know that I kind of sounded like an alien, but come on. Stop making fun of me, system OTZ
For some reason, publishing isn't working. I've already published the next two chapters, and they haven't appeared. So...