Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Nightmare Assault
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 875: Solving
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 276 - Could He Be A Reincarnated Boss?
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 658 - The Weapon Against the Burrower Beneath
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 538: There Are Two Large Mountains in the Snow
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 276.2: The Domesticated Eternal Night Queen (2)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3795: Interrogating the Daoist Sect of Heavenly Embodiment
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter 181 - Dekan's Forbidden Door (Long Chapter)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1012.5- Sealed Scroll (2)
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 188: Wolf or Dog?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 236: Treatment
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 155: Friend
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1012- Sealed Scroll
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 187: Ambushed
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 537: Demon Heart
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1011.5- Common Bath (2)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 154: Scheme
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 235: Patient
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3793: The Warring Old Freak
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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