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
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 547: Night-watcher
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1534- Soul Reaper
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1533- Run first
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 490 - He’s Really Level 53
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 100.3
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 775.2: A Bad Heart Lies Under the Skin - Part 2
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3903: Scarlet Fire’s Choice
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 546: Fearless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1532- Defender
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 489 - 100% Poison Elemental Immunity
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1118: Negotiating
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1531- Mountain and Water Eternal World
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 488 - Atavistic Bloodline; Realy Hard To Kill
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 100.2
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 775.1: A Bad Heart Lies Under the Skin - Part 1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 411: Thank You
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 545: Burial
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1530- Blindness
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Apocalypse Gacha Chapter 1660.5- Genius and dumb (Teaser)
But the umbrella paused, just for a moment.
Seizing the chance, Xiao Min ignored the pain and lunged forward, gripping two spikes with bare hands, bracing against the umbrella’s momentum.
The relentless pull slowed but didn’t stop the umbrella. Her boots scraped against the ground, cracks spiderwebbing beneath her—the blue-grade footwear wouldn’t last ten seconds.
Yet the reduced speed opened new options.
Warriors piled behind her, linking arms to form a human chain, pulling against the umbrella. Others leaped onto the chain itself, forming a living counterweight.
Distant fighters exploited the slower pace, hacking at the same chain link with desperate focus.
At another umbrella, a Youth Army member activated a giant bloodline, his body swelling. He raised a blue shield and charged.
The umbrella’s spikes punched through the shield, impaling him—yet he roared, pressing forward, uncaring of the wounds, his gargantuan form straining to halt the advance.
This member’s actions were slightly effective, and the umbrella slowed.
Behind him, o
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