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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Chaotic Sword God Chapter 3994: A Game of Chess (Teaser)
After saying that, the Wicked Immortal Elder simply stood there quietly as he waited. He did not say a second word.
This wait lasted several hours. Finally, a ripple suddenly appeared in space. The entire region undulated like water. Shortly afterwards, a powerful consciousness seemed to awaken from its slumber, growing stronger and stronger.
When the consciousness awakened, the five body pieces floating in outer space seemed to be drawn together by a mysterious force. They began to approach one another before finally assembling into one body.
This was a damaged body. It was covered in many vicious and terrifying wounds. All of its organs had been pierced, covered with finger-sized holes. A strange power lingered in each wound.
It was exactly this lingering strange power that prevented the body from recovering from its injuries.
“H-has m-master really f-found a-a way for m-me to recover…” A voice rang out in outer space. Even though it was communication from the soul, it was still fragmented. It sounded extremely feeble.
The Wicked Im
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