Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Under the dark red Tang flag, a warrior wearing black silver armor galloped across the city wall, slaying all Tibetan soldiers in his path.
Such was the sight that Zeng Lu and Abbot Palkyi saw.
For a moment, they wondered if they were dreaming.
For many years they had dreamed about this sight, only to be jolted awake at the peak of their excitement, with tears in their eyes.
Yet, when they found themselves in the pit of despair, the Tang flag suddenly emerged on Shule’s city wall… It was so convenient that they could hardly believe it was happening.
Zeng Lu trembled. Abbot Palkyi widened his eyes.
Could this be yet another dream? If it is, heaven, I’m begging you, please let us relish in it for a little longer.
But reality ripped through their confusion, telling them with an unwavering tone that this was not a dream.
The modao was evidence!
Shoosh!
The snowy-white blade sliced across the dark nightscape, its brilliant reflection pricking everyone’s nerves.
After securing the city gates, Shu Yichao eyed the minimap—the green dots were still flickering. Tightening his grip on his modao, he charged toward where the green dots were.
He utilized the still flying skeletons as stepping stones, maneuvering around with nimbleness reminiscent of a lively bird flying from branch to branch. With every leap he made, he brought despair and death upon the Tibetans.
“AH!”
A Tibetan soldier who failed to dodge in time was sliced into two.
“UWA!”
A mage erected a barrier, but the modao easily sliced through the barrier and the mage within.
Wherever he went, enemies crumbled.
It was an uncanny scene.
To the backdrop of dancing black lotuses, the black silver knight crossed a path of white bones adorned with blossoming blood roses.
“AH!”
Screams of agony echoed from the distant east gate. Those were the most miserable sounds the Tibetan soldiers there had ever made in their lives.
“The Tang army has gotten in!”
“Monsters! They are monsters!”
“Spare me, sp—”
Boom!
Shule shook intensely, causing some of the houses’ roof tiles to fall an
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