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Chapter 359: Ring
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Chapter 452: Two Buses
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Chapter 709: Yun Jianyue Who Can't Be Imprisoned
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Chapter 66.1
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Chapter 1388- Similar request
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Chapter 451: Two Paths
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Chapter 1387- Compromise
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
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Chapter 358: Left
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Chapter 708: Who's The One Who Came From Hell
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Chapter 450: Granny Shen's Prediction
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 407 - Since You Refuse To Leave, Then Stay Forever
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Chapter 1045: The Last Segment
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Chapter 1386- Memory from his last life
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Chapter 1385- Destined outcome
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Chapter 707: One Here, One There
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Chapter 449: This World is For You
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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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