Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Zhan Yue
Horror Game Designer
Nightmare Assault
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1433- Invisibility Ability
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 428 - Undead Troops Surrounded By Rings Of Light
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 726: It All Depends on Human Effort, Do It if You Can
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 472: Familiar Feeling
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 71.1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 372: It's You
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Chapter 1432- Super Glory Smith
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1062: Invitation
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 427 - Saying Too Much Will Do More Harm Than Good
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Chapter 1431- Sinking Technique
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 08.05.1 - Late September's Whispers
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Chapter 725: There Are Many in This World Who Deserve to Be Killed, and Deserve to Die
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 371: Please Survive
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Chapter 471: Wooden Puppets
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Chapter 1430-Core secret
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Chapter 1429- one third
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Chapter 426 - Summon Elemental Lich And Bone Prison
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Chapter 724.2: Man Is Not Free in the World - Part 2
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Another World Trip: Journey with My Cat and an Otaku Loli Goddess Chapter 407 - A Corpse Who Blackfaces (Teaser)
They looked upon the body of the Sect Master of Golden Lion Gate, Huang Jianyu.
At the same time, a chilling laughter rang out within the formation.
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Long Di was surprised to see the Sect Master standing once more.
He still wore his Sect Master robes from before, but they were in tatters and also dried out, as if they succumbed to the ravages of time.
Not only that, but his body was also completely black as if the devil splashed ink all over it. There was a dull sheen to the colour as well.
It gave one the impression that it was impregnable somehow, that it couldn’t be breached. What was even more jarring was that all the wounds he suffered at Long Di’s hands were still there.
Even more surprising than this was that there was more. Large garish cracks covered the entirety of the body as if it was on the verge of breaking down.
Yet, despite all this, what really caused cold sweat to wash the backs of all the experts here, was that there were no spiritual fluctuations nor life energy to be felt.
This was a corpse!
“Hey, did you know
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