Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Nightmare Assault
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
My Iyashikei Game
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1082- Another space
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 902: The Function of Belief
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 901: System
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 306 - Blowing Things Out Of Proportion
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1081- Small trick
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 6: Graduation Ceremony!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 572: Your Highness is Buying a Clay Figurine
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 216: Why Aren’t You Cussing Anymore?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 195: Methods
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 273: Treatment
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1080.5- Cloud Peak occupying the rankings (2)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 900: All Life (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1080- Cloud Peak occupying the rankings
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 305 - Tales About Lin Moyu
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 571: Discussing Business
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 215: On the City Walls
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 194: Guardians
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 272: Wan Jie
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The Saint Father’s body charged into the sky like a cannonball. It wasn’t as quick and formless as before, but it was more vicious.
He flew across Posthumous People’s imperial city so that the defensive weapons missed. He then didn’t charge into the Imperial City and just floated before the city. He turned toward the Saint Light Hall warriors and said, “What are all of you thinking?”
The commanders who were called in to talk to the Saint Father were brought to their senses. They controlled their troops to head toward the Posthumous People Imperial City.
But more than half of them hesitated.
The Saint Father’s actions shook their faith, and they became lost. These people paid more attention to the Saintess and the few heads.
The Saint Father also shifted his gaze. He didn’t say anything and just watched.
The Saintess glanced at the Saint Father before waving the staff in her hands.
The entire Posthumous People army started to move.
The Saint Father smiled. He turned and started to move toward the wall.
Screams rang out as the warriors
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