Senior Sisters, I don't Want to Work Hard Anymore!

Chapter 449 – Linghu Xuelan: Do you deserve it?

In the vast ruins of the secret mansion, Qing Muling's team was not the only one daring enough to venture in and seek opportunities.

In a pitch-black desert, hundreds of bare-chested, muscular bald men formed a formation, wielding weapons and desperately fending off the ferocious ghosts surging around them like a tide.

These bizarre and strange spirits let out sharp howls, attacking the bald men in waves, never ceasing. Occasionally, an unlucky fellow would get hit, leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds that were shocking to behold.

Their attire, the techniques they used, and the magical artifacts they carried were distinctly different from those of the upper realm and the Great Void, suggesting they came from another powerful cultivation civilization.

In a half-collapsed, ancient castle, a large group of stern-faced female sword cultivators in white formed a formation, their sharp and cold sword energy enveloping an area of over a hundred miles.

Their enemies were silver-glowing, sword-wielding metal puppets, which were agile and quick. The countless layers of sword light they generated, combined with their overwhelming numbers, put considerable pressure on the female sword cultivators.

The ground was littered with the remains of metal puppets, many missing limbs, but the female sword cultivators had also suffered significant losses.

The battle had clearly been going on for some time, but the number of metal puppets showed no sign of decreasing, as if they wouldn't stop until they had exhausted the female cultivators.

On a vast blood-colored lake, a group of imposing men with tall crowns and wide belts were huddled on an island in the center, fiercely battling a horde of half-human, half-fish monsters.

The island wasn't very large, with dozens of dilapidated stone buildings, only a few of which remained intact.

At the very center of the island stood a statue over a hundred feet tall, its features obscured by a gray mist, giving it a sinister and terrifying aura.

Both the cultivators and the half-human, half-fish creatures seemed unrelated to the upper realm, and it was unclear which distant, unfamiliar great world they hailed from.

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