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
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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