Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Horror Game Designer
I’ll Take That Opportunity
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
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 410: Monster
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 543: Black Donkey
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1526.5- Molting Life
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1115: Resolution
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1526- Molting Life
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 483 - Wanted By The Entire Abyss
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 98
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 773: Fighting Again
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 542: Creepy
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1525- 5 men 1 plant
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1114: Returning to Great Sun City
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1524.5- Chaos God Box
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 482 - All Within Calculation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 97.2
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 772.2: I Can't Leave the Divine Mountain, Take a Flower With You - Part 2
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 541: Dream Break Town
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1524- Chaos God Box
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 97.1
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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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