Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Horror Game Designer
Nightmare Assault
I’ll Take That Opportunity
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 401: Li Zhumei
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 524: Lend Me Your Brain
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1502.5- Country shock
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1502- Country shock
I’ll Take That Opportunity
Chapter 31 – Heavenly Dwelling
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 759.3: In the Great Liang, the Surname Chen Calls the Shot - Part 3
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 523: Shocking Find
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1501.5- Evolution craze
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1100: What Does It Mean to Betray the Dao?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1501- Evolution craze
I’ll Take That Opportunity
Chapter 30 - Obtaining The Phoenix Egg
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 759.2: In the Great Liang, the Surname Chen Calls the Shot - Part 2
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3893: Shaking up the Skyscraping World
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 522: Shock
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1500.5- Distribution is a problem
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 88.1
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1099: Charge
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Chapter 470 - The Dragonkind’s Battle Puppets
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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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