Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Apocalypse Gacha
Chaotic Sword God
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Horror Game Designer
I’ll Take That Opportunity
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
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3902: Tian Changji Perishes (Four)
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Chapter 1523- Mist Blossom
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 409: Thump
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 540: Level Five Test
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1522.5- Boss is here
I’ll Take That Opportunity
Chapter 46 - Beast Tamer Pouch
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 96.2
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 771: Old Acquaintance
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 539: Modifications
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1522- Boss is here
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Chapter 1521- Air strike
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1113: Three Moves
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1112: The True Meaning of the Dao
I’ll Take That Opportunity
Chapter 45 - The Ruthless Lin Zisheng
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 480 - This Should Be A Forbidden Zone
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 96.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 770: Divine Daughter
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 408: Don't Turn Back
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Apocalypse Gacha Chapter 1607- Not smooth (Teaser)
The moment the collision began, the battle was already decided.
Though the polar bear cavalry was small in number, the deliberate contraction of the battle lines had unknowingly concentrated the mutant creatures into a dense mass. When these terrifying riders charged in, the marine mutants fell like harvested wheat, their bodies sliced apart by the massive cleavers, their lives extinguished in an instant.
They weren’t without retaliation—cyan beams from their glowing eyes and all manner of attacks, familiar and unfamiliar, rained down on the polar bear cavalry. Yet no matter the assault, the worst it did was stagger a rider or their mount, drawing a few drops of blood from their fur-cloaked bodies. Not a single rider fell. Their formation remained flawless, their charge unbroken.
In moments, the mutant ranks were shattered, collapsing into complete disarray.
The Motley Crusaders’ approach was brutally simple—no high-tech gadgets, no dazzling tactics.
Just disciplined, unified execution.
And, of course, the undeniable might of the muta
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