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
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?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
“Grar!”
A deafening roar suddenly shook the city, spreading fear throughout Samarkand.
“What’s that?!”
The civilians stared at the silhouette flitting across the sky in fright.
“Governor, let’s go and take a look!”
The Samarkand governor rushed out of his manor upon hearing his aide’s exclamation. What he saw astonished him.
Ink-black clouds descended from the sky like a tsunami. Devastating lightning covered the sky, and black lotuses drifted with the wind. Vultures and crows circled in the sky, cawing loudly.
Despite the lack of wings, a young man dressed in silver-black armor was flying in the sky on a white jade-like lion.
When the Samarkand governor met eyes with the young man, he had an uncanny feeling that he was standing before a lofty deity. The other party looked upon the world with cold, impassive eyes as if nothing was worthy of his attention.
Hu!
A furious wind blew.
Sinister snickers echoed from the shadows as snow began to fall on the city.
Bam!
Four heavy feet stamped the ground. The young man and his white lion mount had landed in the Samarkand governor’s manor.
Without any hesitation, the Samarkand governor kneeled with his aides and greeted, “Pardon my lack of hospitality. I was unaware of milord’s arrival.”
He had no idea what the other party was.
A high shaman? A legendary warrior? Or… a demi-god?
Regardless, I shouldn’t offend someone who makes such an entrance.
“Oh?” Shu Yichao leaped off his white lion and walked to the kneeling Persians, not standing on ceremony at all. “Where did you get that lion from?”
It’s a lion!
Shu Yichao’s eyes nearly bulged when he received the Persians’ gift.
This is a godsend gift! With this, I can finally summon one of the two strongest, late-game, undead troops—terracotta warriors.
Indeed, he received a notification the moment he received the lion.
Name: Terracotta Warrior
Damage
Ranged Damage: 95-115 (Armor break, Consecutive shots, Superior)
Melee Damage: 175-185 (Armor break, Cleave, Superior)
Defense
Armor: 140 (Superior)
Magic Resistance: 60 (Average)
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