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
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 307 - The Dragonkind Frontline Outpost Dungeon Becomes A Stronghold
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1083- Country top ten
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3809: Mysterious Little Grass
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 573: Uncle and Nephew, Father and Son
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)
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The Saint Father realised something. He sensed danger, although he didn’t understand why the protector dragged him toward the ground.
His hand stopped hitting the protector. The new hand wasn’t very powerful, and the protector wasn’t interested in those blood vessel-like things.
But the Saint Father still had solutions. His arm, which was being hugged, started to burn, lighting up the protector.
The flames were very orderly. They wouldn’t do much to the Saint Father but would burn the protector’s body.
He was dry without any moisture, which gave the flames a great environment in which to burn. The flames spread across the protector’s body and set him in flames.
The Saint Father’s retaliation was effective. The protector’s falling speed dropped, and he was at least 30 meters from the ground.
“Use it! Use it!”
The protector, who had lost his ability to speak, shouted a few words. He looked at the ground, and his body was losing control of the Saint Father.
This made everyone think back to how people had a flash of energy before they die
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