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
Horror Game Designer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 197: Joke
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 275: Home
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1083.5- Country top ten (2)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 903: Lifespan
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?
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It was a colorful pill.
“This…”
Ye Zhongming’s movement didn’t draw much attention. Saint Fathere still looked in shock at the space covered by the green energy barrier.
Suddenly, the Saint Father’s eyes locked onto Ye Zhongming.
“What did you eat?”
Ye Zhongming was impressed.
It wasn’t about Saint Father but all lifeforms at that evolution level.
Their level had exceeded what ordinary evolved could imagine, reaching an unimaginable level.
This not only meant combat strength, but there was also their grasp of the rules and laws of the space.
For example, now. Saint Father didn’t care about what he ate previously. Although he was injured, he wasn’t someone Ye Zhongming could fight against. Level eight and level nine were far from just a level gap. It was an understanding of strength.
An injured level nine was still level nine.
He cared more about the space that had started to affect him.
Saint Father realised that not only did this space cut off his connection with the outside world and break the energy transfer, but it was also even a
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