Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Apocalypse Gacha
Chaotic Sword God
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Horror Game Designer
Nightmare Assault
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
I’ll Take That Opportunity
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 394: Life
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 511: Show
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1488- Third level nine?
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 461 - Maybe I Can Help
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 85.1
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1091: Reincarnation (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1487.5- Limitless Aerial Mines and Royal Water Ghost Vine
I’ll Take That Opportunity
Chapter 18 - Huang Xiao's New Opportunity
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 753.3: This Official is Unreasonable, What Can You Do? - Part 3
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 510: The Second Night
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 393: Corruption
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1487- Limitless Aerial Mines and Royal Water Ghost Vine
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1090: Activating the Formation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1486.5- First time Cloud Peak boss attacked
I’ll Take That Opportunity
Chapter 17 - The Sword Manipulation Method
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 460 - Anyone Related To The Demons Deserved Death
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 753.2: This Official is Unreasonable, What Can You Do? - Part 2
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3888: Remains of the Ghost Immortal (Four)
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Loser System and Berserker Me Chapter 235: Wait Till the Archmage Makes a Move… (Teaser)
The usually imposing Iron Gate Pass was in shambles.
Its towering city walls had become cracked and damaged. Its city walls were in flames. Magic artifacts were smoking from overuse. Combat puppets lay still on the ground, creating openings in the defense line.
Blood stains covered every bit of land in the surroundings. The trickling stream of muddied water gave off such an awful stench that it made one barf.
There were huge mounds of mud scattered around the battlefield, with white bones popping out here and there. Occasionally, fire sparks and black smoke emerged from these piles.
Terracotta soldiers would be clashing with Tibetan soldiers, only for stones and rolling logs to suddenly be dropped on them. It felt like the Iron Gate Pass was slowly turning into a bloodied marsh.
Arrows and rock fragments were littered everywhere.
“This must be hell,” one of the mages controlling the stone combat puppets murmured.
In truth, the Iron Gate Pass had already been breached.
No matter how strong the Archmage of Holysnow and how sturdy the Ir
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