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!
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
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
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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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