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
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 196: Witness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 274: Home
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
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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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