Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
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These branches were too quick and silent, so those watching only saw it now. When they exclaimed, the branches had already touched the Saint Father.
But in truth, it was slightly away.
At the final moment, the Saint Father felt something at his feet and moved forward, causing the branches to miss.
But Professor He was here, and Saint Father couldn’t dodge. Although the slicing motion was slightly out of shape due to his dodging, it still touched Professor He.
He couldn’t let the lizardman hit him.
Both sides clashed.
Professor He lost control again and flew a distance away. He didn’t fall on the walls but on the ground. Professor He didn’t manage to stop and even scattered large amounts of dirt around, leaving a deep hole.
The branches lengthened and moved toward the side, going from thrusting to whipping. They swung toward the Saint Father.
The Saint Father frowned and retreated. He waved his hands at the same time to hit the branches. After hitting, those branches flew in another direction.
But before he could do anything, a light f
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