Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
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Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
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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Loser System and Berserker Me Chapter 236: A Snow Burial (Teaser)
“Oy, shitty grandson. Did water get into your head?” Miazova looked at Shu Yichao in confusion.
It could somewhat understand why Shu Yichao shook off the Tang army to move alone.
Shu Yichao had proven himself to be a battle maniac time and time again. The only thing in his head was to lop off other heads.
He must have shaken off the Tang army because he was annoyed they were taking his kills.
But now that their army was at the tattered Iron Gate Pass, standing before an elite army of the Tibetan Empire, he suddenly ordered their army to stop.
Miazova was baffled by this maneuver.
Shu Yichao gestured at the surrounding terrain with a smirk. “Look around you. Doesn’t this look like the perfect coffin?”
“Oi, you, come over,” he called the Hanba over. “Go rip them a new one!”
“MRGRAR!”
Hanba howled. It drifted above the snow mountain and radiated tremendous heat and light.
“It’s hot!”
The Tibetan soldiers soon felt unbearably hot. Their eyes swam around in discomfort, and their sweaty innerwear clung to their backs.
They were on a towerin
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