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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Behind it, his face twisted in frustration.
This was a one-time-use item—something he’d hoarded until now.
The Director, meanwhile, produced an ancient metal cup. Tipped upside down, it spilled a misty liquid that pooled around his waist, blocked by the lockdown’s boundaries.
Their attacks, however, were far more spectacular.
The Director’s ruler morphed into a brush, scribbling two giant characters in the air: (Harmony). The ink-splashed words should have shot toward Ye Zhongming, but they stalled mid-flight after expanding slightly.
The Chairman’s ten rings each emitted a wisp of smoke, coiling upward until the lockdown’s walls flickered ominously. But the smoke burned out too quickly to break free.
Then—
Ye Zhongming struck back.
Twin bursts of black bullets erupted from his guns, each streaking toward a target. Upon hitting their defenses, the rounds detonated—not with fire, but with frigid devastation.
"Fireworks Cold."
This was the skill’s name.
By all logic, these guns shouldn’t have another ability—"Extreme Lockdown" was alrea
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