The Man From Eartg Novels & Stories

The earth spike crushed into him but it disappeared into dust upon contact, causing Mane to frown as he realized that Son of Earth also made Elder Dominic impervious to earth attacks. Mane mobilized the air elements, allowing him to remain above ground. He looked down upon the three elders emitting their strong bloodlust and sighed. “The fact that I cannot create anything with the earth, doesn’t mean that I cannot with the other elements as well,” Mane smiled broadly and said. “Recreation: Fire Golems” *Boom*

“Well, you want to get our land for nothing without giving us any compensation. You must be dreaming!” “Dream on!” “We won’t take a step back today!” As they spoke, the crowd took out rotten vegetables and eggs and started throwing them at the group of people. There was even a hammer among the things that were thrown. Seeing this, the man yelled, and a wall made of earth appeared in front of him, blocking the ineffective attacks. He was a six-star earth element cultivator. Then, he said fiercely, “Stubborn fools. Just push them away.” The vehicle started and rolled toward the crowd.

He landed steadily on the platform. The man—who was on bent knees after landing on the platform—had slowly stood up. The camera captured the man’s face clearly. This man, who had caused another commotion, was actually Fernando Campbell, another God of War! “Oh My God! I’m gonna faint soon. It’s Fernando Campbell!”

Then, she asked, "Was it a man or a woman?" "According to the cleaner, the person was wearing a hospital uniform. It was a man. He was very tall, about six feet, and had a muscular build. He wore a large pair of sunglasses, so the cleaner couldn't see his face clearly." "Then, was there anything that stood out about him?" Calvin nodded and said, "Yes. He has a mole on his right ear. Perhaps he was feeling guilty because he left in a hurry and nearly slipped on the wet floor the cleaner had just mopped. She saw an eagle tattoo under his sleeve.

“I don’t care who you are. I’ve already told you so much. Are you going to buy a woman or not?” That fat man was starting to lose his patience. James suddenly lifted the fat man off the ground and said slowly, “I’m an earthling.” “What?! You’re an earthling?” The fat man was taken aback. Following that, he quickly attempted to strike back at James and thrust his palm forward. James allowed the attack to land on him. However, the fat man’s full-force attack did not even scratch James. “Y-You…” The fat man’s mouth hung open incredulously.

If they stayed in their cities, many people would not have died. The middle-aged man even forgot to heal himself. He looked at Chu Xun and asked, "Why do you save us?" Chu Xun turned around and looked at him. He chuckled and said, "We're all from Earth. Should I save the people of the Assembly of Immortals instead of you?" As soon as he said that, everyone was extremely shocked. "Is he from Earth?" The middle-aged man quickly sobered up. "Where do you come from? Why have I never seen you before?"

Gina said with a slight bow, awaiting more of his stern words. "Where the hell are you from, Atlanta?" the man inquired. "Yes," Gina responded, praying silently that he wouldn't discover she was human. "But why do you have a human scent?" he questioned, causing Gina to gulp in fear as she remained silent. "I don't like repeating myself. Answer me, or you will serve as dinner to my hungry wolves," the man threatened, sending cold shivers down her spine. "I... I'm sorry. I'm from Earth, but I lost my way and was just trying to go back to Earth," Gina stuttered fearfully. The man scoffed.

"Who are you!" That heavy voice with a very strong aura I felt my body goosebumps and fell unconscious unconscious. Cold, damp, and filled with a dark aura. I very clearly felt it all. I opened my eyes, my eyeballs rolled to look around where I was. My gaze is on a man with an athletic build with crossed legs, he is holding a book covering his face. "Who are you?" I'm a little confused by my own question, which the castle owner should be asking.

Altar sheathed his blades. "Ofcourse i dont. Im not. But you do" said the man. Altar replied, "That is the dream" The man wore brown trousers and a green cloth around his waist. His muscular chest was bare with battle scars and scratches. He had a block face with black trimmed hair and a scar over his left cheek. "Well im from the Earth Tribe" the man said to them, "Balon Stone" "Earth Tribe?" Diego looked at her map, "Thats not very far from here."

Meanwhile, Underground Ryan Ashford had been many things in his life engineer, gentleman, and occasional trouble but he had never been held in a cellar under a burned tavern before. The ropes had tightened during the night. His shoulder ached. His lip was split. His head throbbed. Yet as he sat in the darkness, listening to the distant drip of water, he did something deeply inappropriate for a man in mortal danger. He laughed. A low, painful, utterly exhausted laugh. The guard outside peered in. “Sir? Are you all right?”