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Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
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I, The Dragon Overlord
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Chapter 348 - The Shenxia Tower Opens; Salute The Godly General!
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Chapter 3847: Facing an Immortal Exalt
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Chapter 361: The First Hour
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Chapter 282: Smile
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Chapter 1241- Antidote and Sacrifice (1)
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Chapter 41.1
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Chapter 1240- Deciding
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Chapter 347 - He Who Knows Himself And Knows His Enemy Need Not Fear The Result Of A Hundred Battles
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Chapter 647.1: That Sword Is Only 90% Complete From Start to End - Part 1
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Chapter 281: Reports
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Chapter 360: Chaos Beyond Gods' Prediction
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Chapter 40.3
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Chapter 1239- Reproduction Peak
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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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