Chaotic Sword God
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
Zhan Yue
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
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Chapter 453: Meeting My Killer
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 66.2
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1046: Sovereign Yunhai (1)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 710: Some Flowers Bloom Only for One Person
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 359: Ring
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Chapter 452: Two Buses
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Chapter 709: Yun Jianyue Who Can't Be Imprisoned
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 66.1
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Chapter 1388- Similar request
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Chapter 451: Two Paths
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Chapter 1387- Compromise
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 08.03.1 - Late September's Whispers
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Chapter 358: Left
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 708: Who's The One Who Came From Hell
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Chapter 450: Granny Shen's Prediction
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 407 - Since You Refuse To Leave, Then Stay Forever
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Chapter 1045: The Last Segment
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Chapter 1386- Memory from his last life
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Apocalypse Gacha Chapter 1479- 5.5 million (Teaser)
Beyond the plain was a grassland backed by a massive hill. In front of the grassland was a rocky beach and, beyond that, an even more extensive swamp.
Several landforms, from the small grassland to the vast swamp, formed a trumpet-shaped terrain, with the massive hill at its center.
On the small grassland, over 100,000 Cloud Peak warriors were lined up in formation. The entire formation exuded a silent yet chilling killing intent.
Every single one of them knew exactly what they were about to face, yet none of them showed any fear. Rather than fighting for their lives, they felt they were making history. This was how the warriors of Cloud Peak felt.
In peacetime, most of them were ordinary, unremarkable individuals. They had lived within history but had never created or changed it. In the long river of time, they had been insignificant specks of dust.
But in Cloud Peak, here, today, they all knew that even if they died in battle, their names would be engraved on the Monument of Heroes that Cloud Peak would soon erect.
That was history.
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