Chaotic Sword God
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
Zhan Yue
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 450: Granny Shen's Prediction
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 407 - Since You Refuse To Leave, Then Stay Forever
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1045: The Last Segment
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1386- Memory from his last life
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1385- Destined outcome
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 707: One Here, One There
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 449: This World is For You
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 65.2
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1044: Floating Platform
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 406 - If You Want to Kill Me, You'd Better Show Some Real Effort
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 706: When Dark Clouds Gather
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 357: Yu Lan
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 448: Walk Towards Death.
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1384- Mechanical Bug and Lifelike Arm
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1043: Tomb Soldiers
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1383- Los Alamos lie
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 405 - Time To Close The Net
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 705: Killing People Openly
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Loser System and Berserker Me Chapter 217: The Woman of Calamities (Teaser)
In the underground prison…
Psh!
Psst psst psst!
Green acid rained down on the terracotta soldiers, swiftly melting them down into a flowing gooey fluid reminiscent of a turbid river. Yet, the Holy Envoy, who had just eradicated another wave of terracotta soldiers, wasn’t smiling.
“Damn it! What’s going on?!”
He was still questioning Old Man Suo in the underground prison when there was a massive explosion outside, rattling the underground prison till dust rained down. So, he wanted to head out to investigate the situation, only to be met with a flood of undead troops right after.
What is Sotri Bohey doing?! Isn’t he and his Lionheart Army guarding the city? The city has fallen, but not a single messenger came to report the matter to me?
The Holy Envoy was infuriated, but he didn’t have the energy to dwell on that for long.
Dark, narrow places were the ideal battlefield for specters. Swarmed, the Holy Envoy had to frenziedly hurl out spells to keep them at bay, but this also meant depleting his mana at a crazy rate.
He retreated to betw
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