Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Dozens of tribal war horns simultaneously resounded in the desert like an ominous symphony heralding destruction.
This was a sight one would have expected to see in a massive war between two races, but the enemy here was a single man. Such a situation was unprecedented, but no one could say that it was unwarranted, for he was the descendant of Sia’s most favored clan.
To the deviants, the Kingmaker was an existence that had to be eliminated even if it took the sacrifice of many of their soldiers. That was how great his strength and potential were, which could be seen from the plights of the three Race Sovereigns.
Behind the deviants’ formations, the sword-bearing deviant’s body was an utter mess, the three-armed giant monster had had one of its arms nearly obliterated, and the winged deviant had had its wings and claws frozen and shattered. These three Origin Level 1 deviants stared at the man with fearful looks, not daring to underestimate him anymore.
They were compelled to follow the Deviant Sovereign’s orders, but not at the cost of their own lives. Considering that the enemy had sustained far worse injuries than them, they concluded that the best way to minimize their losses was to flood the enemy with their soldiers and wear him out.
Thousands of soldiers who had survived Death Rain’s initial onslaught drew their weapons and charged at Roel. Behind them, the surviving deviant priests raised their staffs to channel an army spell that ordinary transcendents could never dream of opposing.
Just like that, Roel plunged further into a disadvantageous position.
He was already in poor condition. Despite his ability, Indestructible Body, he was still losing feeling in his body due to his severe injuries, and his consciousness grew faint. Nevertheless, he still pulled himself together to put up a fight.
With that, the second wave of battle commenced.
Roel had to retract his pale yellow wind barrier due to its high mana cost, and Death Rain was also in cooldown after it was dispersed earlier by the Race Soverei
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25th April