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
I’ll Take That Opportunity
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 395: Sister
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 513: Ritual
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1491- Advancing instead of retreating
I’ll Take That Opportunity
Chapter 20 - Black Gold
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 463 - The Godly General Status Is Quite Useful
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1490- Scram
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 85.2
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 754.2: All With Reasons to Kill - Part 2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1489- Conning Death King Tree
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 512: The Owner
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1488.5- Third level nine?
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1093: Return
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1092: Reincarnation (2)
I’ll Take That Opportunity
Chapter 19 - Zhang Xiao Challenges An Inner Disciple
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 462 - The Lower Layer's Sole City
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 754.1: All With Reasons to Kill - Part 1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 394: Life
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 511: Show
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Apocalypse Gacha Chapter 1594- You are the solution (2) (Teaser)
At Pei Jia's level, he had long since experienced countless life-or-death battles. The moment he was attacked, his body reacted instinctively—dodging, pivoting, and striking in one fluid motion. His massive hand transformed into a blade, slashing toward Red Hair’s grip on her spear.
This reaction alone proved Pei Jia had earned his evolution through sheer combat prowess. Even against Red Hair’s ambush, he countered with precision, blending defense and offense seamlessly.
Red Hair released her grip, evading Pei Jia’s strike, then pushed the spear’s butt with her palm. The weapon’s tip whistled through the air, whipping toward Pei Jia’s head.
Pei Jia kicked off the ground, his body arching backward with unnatural flexibility. The spear tip grazed past his chest, missing by a hair’s breadth.
At the same time, his hands ignited with energy—a skill was coming.
Red Hair reclaimed her spear, her hair—unnoticed until now—lengthening and spreading around her like a living net. In an instant, it lashed out like crimson needles.
Pei Jia’s expres
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