Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
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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
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Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
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Chapter 3827: Discarded
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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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