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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Apocalypse Gacha Chapter 1545.5- Dragon Head (Teaser)
"Haha, brother, you don’t know, do you? The scariest thing about northern nights isn’t the mutated lifeforms—it’s the unpredictable weather. You’ve heard of sandstorms, right? Here, we have something called cold storms. Not only are the temperatures insanely low, but the storms are also filled with countless razor—sharp ice blades. If you get caught in one, unless you’re a seven- or eight-star expert or have top-tier defensive gear, you’re dead. And the further north you go, the worse these storms get. When we ran into you, it was getting dark. No one would risk traveling at night. Those list deliverers value their lives too much—they wouldn’t come."
Hearing about this strange phenomenon, Ye Zhongming and the others grew intrigued. They were also grateful they hadn’t encountered such a storm yet in the north—even if it hadn’t harmed them, it would’ve been a hassle.
According to Black Brother, in the Arctic, cold storms reached their peak. Nothing—not level seven, eight, or nine lifeforms—could survive them. They’d be torn to shreds.
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