Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
Flames burst forth, releasing puffs of black smoke.
The towering metal walls that looked permanently embedded in the snowscape were shrouded in flames and black smoke. Screams and war cries filled the air, as weapons clashed nonstop.
The Tibetan soldiers were in a fluster. Their eyes were filled with despair and fear. Many of them even carried bloodied wounds.
“Save me!”
“Please have mercy on me!”
“Lord Ghosts, please spare my life!”
“You bastards!”
“Those goddamned vengeful spirits!”
The usually lofty Tibetan soldiers and mages looked like rats who had their nests flooded in water. They scrambled around in a fluster, often stepping on one another.
The reason behind their pandemonium was obvious. One just had to look at the skull-faced terracotta soldiers armed with bone swords and the specters flitting amongst them.
“How did this happen?!” the chief commander of Iron Gate Pass bellowed as he watched in horror as his base fell into shambles.
Rewinding time a few hours back, Iron Gate Pass was still as lofty and impregnable as ever. Undead troops that dared to approach it were smashed into smithereens before falling down the steep cliffs.
There was just one tiny problem—there was no end to the undead army!
The Tibetan soldiers shot all their arrows and tossed all their rocks, and the mages emptied every potion bottle they had… but they still fell short of eradicating the terrifying army of undead! There was still no end in sight to the undead army!
How could there be such a terrifying calamity?!
When the soldiers had exhausted themselves; when the warriors could no longer swing their weapons; when the mages were feeling light-headed from mental fatigue…
…the undead suddenly stacked their bones in front of Iron Gate Pass to form a massive ramp, and then they charged right onto the walls!
The merry specters went around depleting the mana of artifacts that were still operational.
The terracotta soldiers hunted down every living being who was still able to move.
The Tibetan chief commander rallied the soldiers together
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