Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Nightmare Assault
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Horror Game Designer
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 216: Why Aren’t You Cussing Anymore?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 195: Methods
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 273: Treatment
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1080.5- Cloud Peak occupying the rankings (2)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 900: All Life (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1080- Cloud Peak occupying the rankings
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 305 - Tales About Lin Moyu
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 571: Discussing Business
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 215: On the City Walls
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 194: Guardians
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 272: Wan Jie
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1079- No Yellow Ball
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 899: Heaven and Man in One Body
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 304 - Instakilling The Opponent And Passing The Assessment
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1078.5- China's ten strongest mutated lifeforms (2)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3808: The Skyscraping World Opens
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 570.4: The Past is Nothing But a Memory - Part 4
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 5: ‘Calamity Online’, Coming Soon!
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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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