Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Apocalypse Gacha
Chaotic Sword God
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Horror Game Designer
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
Zhan Yue
I’ll Take That Opportunity
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 507: Four Doors
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1484- Shadow
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1483- Sea of traps
I’ll Take That Opportunity
Chapter 14 - An Unexpected Surprise: Acquiring Bloodsoul Tree and Postnatal Breathing Soil
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 457 - The Layout Of The Lower Layer
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 751: Tearing Down the Gate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3887: Remains of the Ghost Immortal (Three)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 391: Letter
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 506: Who is He?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1482- How?
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Chapter 1481.5- Colorful Catapults and Tossed Shaking Cannon
I’ll Take That Opportunity
Chapter 13 - Becoming An Outer Disciple
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 456 - What A Shame, But You're One Step Too Late
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 84.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 750: Death-hastening Talisman
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3886: Remains of the Ghost Immortal (Two)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 390: Drawer
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 505: Dream Comes True
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Apocalypse Gacha Chapter 1581- Ice Bear Knights (Teaser)
Everyone turned to see an excessively youthful face beneath a white fur hat—still practically a teenager.
Old Man's squad was stunned because Old Man's real name was Wang Zhiling!
But soon, their shock turned to joy.
Because apart from them, no one in Stink Nest knew that name—except for Black Dragon City’s contact!
Back then, Old Man had given his real name to them.
This stranger calling out "Wang Zhiling" could only be from Black Dragon City.
Recalling Old Man’s earlier words about Black Dragon City needing guides, these four must be the ones.
Yet, after the initial excitement, the squad couldn’t hide their panic and frustration.
They were willing to work for Black Dragon City—they were all countrymen, bound by blood and heritage, even in the apocalypse.
Even after five or ten years here, they hadn’t forgotten who they were or where they came from.
But that didn’t mean they wanted their connection to Black Dragon City exposed.
They still had to survive here. If these foreigners learned they were "collaborating with the enemy," their
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