Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Apocalypse Gacha
Chaotic Sword God
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
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1537.5- Killing (1)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1120: Birth
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1537- Killing (1)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 493 - Unleashing Godslaying Lightning
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 102.2
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 778: This Official Doesn't Care
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 412: Wedding Photo
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 548: Zhang Mingli
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1536.5- Attacking
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1119: Returning Home
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Chapter 1536- Attacking
I’ll Take That Opportunity
Chapter 47 - The Phoenix Hatches
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 492 - Let’s See If I Can Kill You
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 102.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 777: Silkpants
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Chapter 1535.5- Final Battle
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Chapter 1535- Final Battle
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 491 – The World Must Hold A Great Secret
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Apocalypse Gacha Chapter 1665- Bright Star use (Teaser)
The warriors of Cloud Peak now felt little apprehension toward level eight creatures—this was the psychological shift that came after slaying level nine beings.
However, those were group battles. If swapped into the black man's position, even Cloud Peak had few who could confidently defeat this oppressive Nether Moth.
Even with its strength reduced by nearly a third.
Moreover, the level eight assessment was merely Ye Zhongming's speculation. What if this creature were actually level nine? Given its colossal size, it wasn't impossible.
Though mentally broken, the black man was still an evolved who had survived the apocalypse for nearly six years. With a roar, light enveloped his fists and feet as he stomped the ground, launching himself toward the Nether Moth in the sky.
This wasn’t bravery—it was an instinctive last stand against certain death.
To most onlookers, the black man’s job, skills, and the strength/speed of his leap were unremarkable. Yet no one mocked him. At this moment, he represented all evolved.
Even those from rival fa
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