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!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 278: Control
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 357: Survival Based on Memories
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1234- Su Race
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 971: Advancing Another Step
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1233- Represent Earth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.2
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 344 - Giving No Chances
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3845: The Cloaked Old Man
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 645: So What if You're the Number One Person in Sword Dao?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
The onslaught of the terrifying inferno threatened to char Zeng Lu into cinders, but Abbot Palkyi stepped in just then.
“Amithabha!”
A golden light shrouded Zeng Lu.
Despite the inferno tearing and biting at the golden light, it failed to claim Zeng Lu’s life. The latter was able to escape with some injuries.
Cough cough!
Watching as Zeng Lu’s nephews supported him back into the crowd, Asudo couldn’t help but feel a tinge of regret.
It would have been great if I brought down that fellow with my earlier attack. That would have eroded at least half of the rebels’ morale, making it much easier to deal with them. What a pity.
But Asudo didn’t let his thoughts show on his face. He remained composed as if his earlier attack was just a casual swat at a noisy fly.
It would be best if he killed Zeng Lu, but failure wasn’t a problem either.
“Wuu!”
Abbot Palkyi wiped off the blood seeping from the corner of his lips. His continuous casting of spells had taken a toll on him.
Asudo took that into sight.
That mage is formidable. He isn’t at my level yet, but it’ll take me some effort to bring him down. I shouldn’t make a move anymore. It’ll ruin my image as an unfathomable expert if I fail to take him down quickly.
For the time being, I should focus on the psychological attacks.
“Tsk, Tang slaves.” Asudo smirked. “Look at your faces. It has been so many years, but you’re still dreaming?”
His words were dripping with contempt.
“You’re still hoping that your army will return? What a joke. They would have come a long time ago if they could. Give up! Stop daydreaming. You have been abandoned! No one is coming to save you! You are destined to spend your lives as a bunch of slaves!”
As Asudo said those words, unbeknownst to anyone, the beholder hiding in his neck quietly cast Mind Control.
Zeng Lu’s sword-wielding hand trembled, his heart swelling with bitterness. How could he not know that?
They could tell as much from Great Tang’s many years of silence that the Tang army wasn’t coming. Their efforts were futile.
Good.
Asudo’s eyes
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