Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Apocalypse Gacha
Chaotic Sword God
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Horror Game Designer
I’ll Take That Opportunity
Nightmare Assault
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 93.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 764: There is a White Tower at the Bottom of the Lake
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 535: Three Gods
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 534: Last Seed
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1514- Women wanting to join
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 533: Living Sin
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1513.5- Capture Ye Zhongming to be pig meat
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1107: Treasury (1)
I’ll Take That Opportunity
Chapter 40 - Unified Three Purities
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 92.2
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3898: The Third Person from the Immortal Feather Sect
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 763: Riding the Tiger
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 532: Ten Percent
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 405: Stairwell
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1513- Capture Ye Zhongming to be pig meat
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1512.5- New Saint
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1106: Infiltration
I’ll Take That Opportunity
Chapter 39 - Tang Xue
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Ye Zhongming's heart suddenly tightened, and he even felt a trace of nervousness he hadn't experienced in a long time.
The appearance of the God Hall’s Heaven Speech Demon Vine meant the mysterious Director of the God Hall was nearby!
At this moment, if the Director had simply revealed himself, it might have been better. But lurking in the shadows like this forced Ye Zhongming to remain constantly vigilant against this hidden, formidable opponent.
He didn’t know who this God Hall Director was or what his true strength was, but one thing he was certain of—both the Director and the equally enigmatic Great Leader of Soul Merchant were undoubtedly stronger than Wen Yan.
"Pinhall. Twin Demons."
The two men wielding paired blades spoke in eerie unison, though their faces bore no resemblance to twins.
"Saint Green Serpent. Soul Merchant."
The old man with a level-eight venomous snake coiled around his arm spoke next.
The man whose hands had vanished, replaced by two small black holes, grinned unnervingly.
"Silver. From God Hall."
"I’m Sister
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