Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Zhan Yue
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 314: How Would I Know
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 393: Your Despair is My Everday
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1299.5- Coincidence (2)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1000: Rout
Zhan Yue
Chapter 689- Unorthodox methods
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1299- Coincidence
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 51
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 674: Woman Like a Sword
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1298- First mission
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1297- Secret Realm exploration
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 313: Excuse
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 392: Sad Future
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 999: One Versus Six
Zhan Yue
Chapter 688- Firestone Castle
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 371 - Dragonblood Lizard; The Detection Spell Is Never Wrong
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 50.2
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 85: Paper Can Never Cover Fire
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 673: When the Rain Continues
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Aspiring to the Immortal Path Chapter 1017: Black Grain (Teaser)
The Soulseize Scythes swept through the air, carrying the last resolve and ferocity of the Nether Attendants.
But just when they were about to cut into Tang Jie, Tang Jie moved.
Rather than dodge, he punched.
He just punched out with both fists at the descending scythes.
As they collided, the air rippled and wavered, and one could see the blades cut into his hands. No blood spilled, but Tang Jie's hands became a deathly white.
Then there was a strange sound, like something was shattering, but it vibrated on a strange wavelength and didn't seem to belong to any known metal.
The two Soulseize Scythes unleashed a brilliant light, and then they began to shatter and dissipate, starting from the tips of their blades.
Each shard was the same size and shape, twirling in the air and gleaming with enchanting patterns as they disappeared. Countless ghosts howled, as if they were seizing this chance to escape.
And then the Soulseize scythes were no more.
"They… they shattered?" Maraju's eyes flew open as he stared at the disappearing Soulseize Sc
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