Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Horror Game Designer
Nightmare Assault
Zhan Yue
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
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 491: Red
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1461- Tian Bing
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 442 - No One Has Ever Dared To Fool Me
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1077: The Decisive Battle (4)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1460.5- Lonely Intercepting Kill (4)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 740.1: There Aren't a Lot of Truths in This World That Ought to Be - Part 1
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3882: The Second Medicinal Garden
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 77.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1460- Lonely Intercepting Kill (3)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 382: Identity
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 490: Three Choices
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1076: The Decisive Battle (3)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1459- Lonely Intercepting Kill (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 441 - Antares Isn't All-Knowing
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 739: The Confused Daoist, the Mad Scholar
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 77.1
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 489: Please Call Me Doctor Gao!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1458- Lonely Intercepting Kill (1)
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This robe was an incredibly rare piece of armor, excelling in every aspect and perfectly complementing his bloodline. But it had one flaw—its durability couldn’t be repaired. Once broken, it was gone for good.
Ye Zhongming’s attack had just reduced its durability by over 100 points!
The spinning cranks in his hands suddenly halted.
Then, two black tornadoes, each as thick as two meters at their widest, materialized before him. Like horizontal cones, they shot toward Ye Zhongming.
Meanwhile, Ye Zhongming was busy dodging the energy notes. These things struck the Mountain and Water Eternal World behind him with loud bangs.
Sensing another attack incoming, he raised the Staff of Nature before him.
"This damn turtle shell—I’m sick of it!"
The Chairman grumbled, breathing slightly heavily. That attack had clearly drained some of his stamina.
He gently patted the left head of his three-headed tiger and said softly, "Lend me some strength."
The tiger’s maw opened and clamped down on his hand.
Four deep tooth marks marred his skin when he wit
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