Chapter 983: 983
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While Graham was choking one a mouthful of gold coins, Damian was stomping on his chest. After only a short ten seconds, Graham kicked the bucket. Before he died, he spat blood into Damian's face. Even though Graham was dead, the thought of betrayal crossed his mind. He perched over Graham's body, beginning to punch him repeatly in the face until he was his fall his body like melting cheese. Damian was tired. As he looked around he saw a crackling wall that seemed as if water was seeping out the cracks. Damian no longer cared for the treasure even though he spent nearly 5 months searching for it. He walked up to the crackling wall, punching it to smithereens. Damian was no back in the hot dry dead desert. An oasis stood before him. When he was about to grab a drink of water out of the pond, he coughed up more blood. He was losing too much blood plus he had been poisoned. His time was up. Damian collapsed on his knees, dying instantly. His blood was covered in sand. Damian would be remembered as the hero who killed the Sand Demon. Over 5 hours passed. Nighttime has fallen over The Dead Desert yet again.
The sky was bright and black filled with many beautiful stars. A creature that resembled a wolf was walking through the area, drinking water out of the oasis. As the wolf was about to leave, it saw Damian's dead body. The creature just found dinner. When the wolf walked towards Damian's dead body, a sudden bright blue light descended from the sky, scaring the wolf away. The blue light came toward Damian's body. A hand suddenly was created. The hand began touching Damian's face. It is not perfect but this body will do." The blue light suddenly went into Damian's mouth, spreading through his body like a virus. Abruptly, Damian's heart began pumping blood again. All the wounds were healed. Some turned into scars. Damian stood on his feet with a very evil expression on his face. Quickly this evil expression turned into a rude face. The blue light turned out to be Feng's wandering soul.
He was looking for a fresh new body to develop in. When Feng opened his eyes he looked at his hands. Feng was in a 21-year-old's body. His eyes were now black and yellow. The Chinese sign/symbol of death (Siwang) resided on the side of his forehead. His hands turned into fists. Feng smiled, beginning to laugh. The technique he performed so he could live on was called Soul Transmission, an ancient forbidden technique only Feng knew about. It took him 20 years to perfect the technique. All his hard training paid off. He was now in a new healthy, younger, stronger, and faster body. He had a lot of work to do. But before he continued his journey for greatness and power he needed a place to sleep and eat. When he turned around he noticed a huge opening. He immediately sprinted into the ancient elven ruins. He scanned the area and saw multiple bullets shells and dead bodies. Feng examined one of the bodies and noticed a huge brown bag that was once filled with heavy potatoes. In the past, Feng only cared about one thing. Because the strongest Zen that ever lived. However, when he possessed and took control of Damian's corpse, some of his attributes and attuide rubbed off on Feng.
Feng now had a desire for money and food. Just like Damian. Feng turned around saw the opening for the ancient Elven ruins. As he was about to enter, he felt a horrible shock through his entire body which made him scream loudly. He turned around and at least 10 Elven soldiers. " What the f.u.c.k is going on?!" yelled Feng. One of the Elven soldiers walked up to him and gun butted him in his head, instantly knocking him out. Blood gushed out his head. The Elven soldiers were taking orders from an older Elven soldier who acted uppity. Recently Elven soldiers were ordered to reclaim all the pieces of gold and valuables from around the world from the forgotten elven ruins from the current queen of The Elven empire, Aredhel. Aredhel was of royal blood. She had 5 children. She had the appearance of a 30-year-old. In actuality, she was 70 years old. She had light blue hair, and pointy elve ears. Her eyes were purple.
She always wore fancy dresses and black lipstick. Everyone addressed her as MiLady. When she turned angry and furious her eyes turned gold. Her power level was unknown. It was originally her father who took part in the Slave Act. However even though her father dead, she didn't abolish the act. She sat on the throne and gave out orders never expressing any of her power. The Elven soldiers had to come back later to collect the rest of the gold. It was just too much. They grabbed Feng and brought him along. He was going to be thrown in prison for obvious reasons.
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While Graham was choking one a mouthful of gold coins, Damian was stomping on his chest. After only a short ten seconds, Graham kicked the bucket. Before he died, he spat blood into Damian's face. Even though Graham was dead, the thought of betrayal crossed his mind. He perched over Graham's body, beginning to punch him repeatly in the face until he was his fall his body like melting cheese. Damian was tired. As he looked around he saw a crackling wall that seemed as if water was seeping out the cracks. Damian no longer cared for the treasure even though he spent nearly 5 months searching for it. He walked up to the crackling wall, punching it to smithereens. Damian was no back in the hot dry dead desert. An oasis stood before him. When he was about to grab a drink of water out of the pond, he coughed up more blood. He was losing too much blood plus he had been poisoned. His time was up. Damian collapsed on his knees, dying instantly. His blood was covered in sand. Damian would be remembered as the hero who killed the Sand Demon. Over 5 hours passed. Nighttime has fallen over The Dead Desert yet again.
The sky was bright and black filled with many beautiful stars. A creature that resembled a wolf was walking through the area, drinking water out of the oasis. As the wolf was about to leave, it saw Damian's dead body. The creature just found dinner. When the wolf walked towards Damian's dead body, a sudden bright blue light descended from the sky, scaring the wolf away. The blue light came toward Damian's body. A hand suddenly was created. The hand began touching Damian's face. It is not perfect but this body will do." The blue light suddenly went into Damian's mouth, spreading through his body like a virus. Abruptly, Damian's heart began pumping blood again. All the wounds were healed. Some turned into scars. Damian stood on his feet with a very evil expression on his face. Quickly this evil expression turned into a rude face. The blue light turned out to be Feng's wandering soul.
He was looking for a fresh new body to develop in. When Feng opened his eyes he looked at his hands. Feng was in a 21-year-old's body. His eyes were now black and yellow. The Chinese sign/symbol of death (Siwang) resided on the side of his forehead. His hands turned into fists. Feng smiled, beginning to laugh. The technique he performed so he could live on was called Soul Transmission, an ancient forbidden technique only Feng knew about. It took him 20 years to perfect the technique. All his hard training paid off. He was now in a new healthy, younger, stronger, and faster body. He had a lot of work to do. But before he continued his journey for greatness and power he needed a place to sleep and eat. When he turned around he noticed a huge opening. He immediately sprinted into the ancient elven ruins. He scanned the area and saw multiple bullets shells and dead bodies. Feng examined one of the bodies and noticed a huge brown bag that was once filled with heavy potatoes. In the past, Feng only cared about one thing. Because the strongest Zen that ever lived. However, when he possessed and took control of Damian's corpse, some of his attributes and attuide rubbed off on Feng.
Feng now had a desire for money and food. Just like Damian. Feng turned around saw the opening for the ancient Elven ruins. As he was about to enter, he felt a horrible shock through his entire body which made him scream loudly. He turned around and at least 10 Elven soldiers. " What the f.u.c.k is going on?!" yelled Feng. One of the Elven soldiers walked up to him and gun butted him in his head, instantly knocking him out. Blood gushed out his head. The Elven soldiers were taking orders from an older Elven soldier who acted uppity. Recently Elven soldiers were ordered to reclaim all the pieces of gold and valuables from around the world from the forgotten elven ruins from the current queen of The Elven empire, Aredhel. Aredhel was of royal blood. She had 5 children. She had the appearance of a 30-year-old. In actuality, she was 70 years old. She had light blue hair, and pointy elve ears. Her eyes were purple.
She always wore fancy dresses and black lipstick. Everyone addressed her as MiLady. When she turned angry and furious her eyes turned gold. Her power level was unknown. It was originally her father who took part in the Slave Act. However even though her father dead, she didn't abolish the act. She sat on the throne and gave out orders never expressing any of her power. The Elven soldiers had to come back later to collect the rest of the gold. It was just too much. They grabbed Feng and brought him along. He was going to be thrown in prison for obvious reasons.
While Graham was choking one a mouthful of gold coins, Damian was stomping on his chest. After only a short ten seconds, Graham kicked the bucket. Before he died, he spat blood into Damian's face. Even though Graham was dead, the thought of betrayal crossed his mind. He perched over Graham's body, beginning to punch him repeatly in the face until he was his fall his body like melting cheese. Damian was tired. As he looked around he saw a crackling wall that seemed as if water was seeping out the cracks. Damian no longer cared for the treasure even though he spent nearly 5 months searching for it. He walked up to the crackling wall, punching it to smithereens. Damian was no back in the hot dry dead desert. An oasis stood before him. When he was about to grab a drink of water out of the pond, he coughed up more blood. He was losing too much blood plus he had been poisoned. His time was up. Damian collapsed on his knees, dying instantly. His blood was covered in sand. Damian would be remembered as the hero who killed the Sand Demon. Over 5 hours passed. Nighttime has fallen over The Dead Desert yet again. The sky was bright and black filled with many beautiful stars. A creature that resembled a wolf was walking through the area, drinking water out of the oasis. As the wolf was about to leave, it saw Damian's dead body. The creature just found dinner. When the wolf walked towards Damian's dead body, a sudden bright blue light descended from the sky, scaring the wolf away. The blue light came toward Damian's body. A hand suddenly was created. The hand began touching Damian's face. It is not perfect but this body will do." The blue light suddenly went into Damian's mouth, spreading through his body like a virus. Abruptly, Damian's heart began pumping blood again. All the wounds were healed. Some turned into scars. Damian stood on his feet with a very evil expression on his face. Quickly this evil expression turned into a rude face. The blue light turned out to be Feng's wandering soul. He was looking for a fresh new body to develop in. When Feng opened his eyes he looked at his hands. Feng was in a 21-year-old's body. His eyes were now black and yellow. The Chinese sign/symbol of death Siwang resided on the side of his forehead. His hands turned into fists. Feng smiled, beginning to laugh. The technique he performed so he could live on was called Soul Transmission, an ancient forbidden technique only Feng knew about. It took him 20 years to perfect the technique. All his hard training paid off. He was now in a new healthy, younger, stronger, and faster body. He had a lot of work to do. But before he continued his journey for greatness and power he needed a place to sleep and eat. When he turned around he noticed a huge opening. He immediately sprinted into the ancient elven ruins. He scanned the area and saw multiple bullets shells and dead bodies. Feng examined one of the bodies and noticed a huge brown bag that was once filled with heavy potatoes. In the past, Feng only cared about one thing. Because the strongest Zen that ever lived. However, when he possessed and took control of Damian's corpse, some of his attributes and attuide rubbed off on Feng. Feng now had a desire for money and food. Just like Damian. Feng turned around saw the opening for the ancient Elven ruins. As he was about to enter, he felt a horrible shock through his entire body which made him scream loudly. He turned around and at least 10 Elven soldiers. " What the f.u.c.k is going on?!" yelled Feng. One of the Elven soldiers walked up to him and gun butted him in his head, instantly knocking him out. Blood gushed out his head. The Elven soldiers were taking orders from an older Elven soldier who acted uppity. Recently Elven soldiers were ordered to reclaim all the pieces of gold and valuables from around the world from the forgotten elven ruins from the current queen of The Elven empire, Aredhel. Aredhel was of royal blood. She had 5 children. She had the appearance of a 30-year-old. In actuality, she was 70 years old. She had light blue hair, and pointy elve ears. Her eyes were purple. She always wore fancy dresses and black lipstick. Everyone addressed her as MiLady. When she turned angry and furious her eyes turned gold. Her power level was unknown. It was originally her father who took part in the Slave Act. However even though her father dead, she didn't abolish the act. She sat on the throne and gave out orders never expressing any of her power. The Elven soldiers had to come back later to collect the rest of the gold. It was just too much. They grabbed Feng and brought him along. He was going to be thrown in prison for obvious reasons.
