Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
I’ll Take That Opportunity
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
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1123: Baiting the Enemy
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1541- Otherworldly cases
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 494 - Blood Sacrifice! The Demon Emperor’s Finger
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 104.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 781: We Have Returned
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 551: Chun Niang
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1540- Three big news
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1122: Path of the Stars
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1539- Now and the probable future
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 103
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 780: There's Dao Over There
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 413: Teammate
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 550: Birthday Party
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1538.5- Killing (2)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1121: Family Bonds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1538- Killing (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 779: Killing Is a Very Simple Thing
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 549: Wan Jie's Family
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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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